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HYMN  BOOK 


Metlioaist  Episcopal  Clittrcli,  Soutli. 


Nashville,  Tenk.: 

Publishing  House  of  the  M.  E.  Church,  South. 

Barbee  &  Smith,  Agents. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1889, 

Bv  THK  Book  Agents  of  the  Methodist  Episcopal 

Church,  South, 

in  the  Office  o'  tbe  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington. 


PBEFACE. 

The  General  Conference  of  188C,  be- 
iieving  that  the  Hymn  Book  might  be 
made  more  acceptable  to  our  people  by 
reducing  its  size  and  introducing  new 
material,  appointed  a  committee  for  its 
revision. 

The  labor  of  the  committee  was  care- 
fully performed,  and  has  produced  a 
book  of  doctrinal  soundness  and  poetic 
merit,  strictly  maintaining,  as  in  all  pre- 
fious  editions  of  Methodist  psalmody, 
the  Wesleyan  character  of  the  collection, 

We  cannot  urge  too  strongly  the  vital 
importance  of  diffusing  in  the  homes  of 
our  beloved  Methodism  the  unwasting 
fragrance  of  these  hymns  as  a  daily  trib- 
ute to  Him,  all  whose  '^  garments  smell 
of  myrrh,  and  aloes,  and  cassia,  out  of 
Che  ivory  palaces." 

Let  our  congregations  hold  the  theol- 
ogy which  has  brought  life  to  myria;d3, 
IS  it   is  embalmed  in  tbese  measures. 

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PRF.FACE, 

Let  our  children  in  the  Sabbath-school 
be  trained  to  lisp  in  advance  the  melody 
of  the  skies.  Let  us  render  to  our  Meth- 
odism the  glorj^  of  having  furnished 
from  its  own  resources  a  psalmody  un- 
equaled  in  its  rich  statement  of  Christian 
experience  through  all  stages  of  nascent 
and  perfected  life,  which  has  become 
the  inspiration  of  youth  and  the  treas- 
ure of  age  with  God's  people  of  our 
own  and  other  Churches;  and  let  us 
exclude  from  pulpit  and  prayer-room 
every  utterance  in  song  that  would  dis- 
place the  doctrines  and  hymns  of  our 
Zion. 

The  choice  hymns  of  Montgomery, 
Newton,  Cowper,  and  other  ancient  and 
modern  poets  will  be  found  to  have  con- 
tributed to  the  classic  and  spiritual  value 
of  the  book;  but  to  the  gifted  muse  of 
Charles  Wesley,  the  sw^eet  singer  of 
Methodism,  is  this  volume  mainly  in- 
debted for  its  excellence. 

It  has  been  truly  said  that  ''every 
phase  of  Christian,  experience  — its 
gloom,  its  struggle,  its  victory,  its  peace, 
its  joy— finds  in  a  Wesleyan  hymn  some 
true  Castalian,  almost  seraphic,  utter- 
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PREFACE. 


ttiiee.  He  wrote  liis  poems  in  a  style  so 
iui mediately  available  that  thev  rose 
upon  the  air  while  the  ink  was  liardly 
dry;  and  now,  after  a  century  and  a 
half,  they  are  simg  in  every  land  and  in 
most  of  the  languages  of  the  world. 
They  hold  the  essence  of  sermons,*  and 
serve  as  the  liturgy  of  our  Churches, 
Christian  hearts  can  never  let  them  die." 
May  they  continue  to  minister  to  the 
comfort  and  salvation  of  countless  thou- 
sands, and  secure  a  large  revenue  of 
p^raise  to  the  Triune  God  ! 

Holland  X.  McTyeire, 
John  C.  Keener, 
Alpheus  W.  Wilson, 
John  C.  Granbeey, 
Robert  K.  Hargrove, 
"William  W.  Duncan, 
Charles  B.  Galloway, 
Eugene  K.  Hendrix, 
Joseph  S.  Key. 
January  1,  ISS^. 

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HYMN  BOOK. 


PAET  I. 

FOR  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

SECTION  I. 

BEING  AND  PERFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

1  6s  &  4s. 

1  Come,  thou  almighty  King, 
Help  U3  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious. 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days. 

2  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword. 

Our  prayer  attend ; 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success: 
Spirit  of  holiness. 

On  us  descend! 

3  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  mtness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour: 
Thou  who  almighty  art. 
Now  rule  in  every  heart. 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  i)ower  ! 
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BEING  AND  PEBFECTIONS  OF   GOD. 

4  To  the  great  One  and  Three 
Eternal  praises  be 

Hence — evermore  ! 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 
Love  and  adore. 

Charles  Wesley. 

C.  M. 

1  A  THOUSAND  oracles  divine 

Their  common  beams  unite, 
That  sinners  may  with  angels  join 
To  worship  Grod  aright ; 

2  To  praise  a  Trinity  adored 

By  all  the  hosts  above; 
And  one. thrice  holy  God  and  Lord 
Through  endless  ages  love. 

3  Triumphant  host !  they  never  cease 

To  laud  and  magnify 
The  Triune  God  of  holiness, 
Whose  glory  fills  the  sky  : 

4  Whose  glory  to  this  earth  extends, 

When  God  himself  imparts. 
And  the  whole  Trinity  descends 
Into  our  faithfal  hearts. 

5  By  faith  the  upper  choir  we  meet. 

And  challenge  them  to  sing 
Jehovah,  on  his  shining  seat. 
Our  Maker  and  our  King. 

6  But  God  made  flesh  is  wholly  ours 

And  asks  our  nobler  strain  : 
The  Father  of  celestial  powers, 
The  Friend  of  earth-bom  man. 

Charles  Wesley. 


BBUNQ  AND  PEBFBCTIONS  OF  QOD. 

3  CM. 

1  Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord! 

Whom  one  in  three  we  know  ; 
By  all  thy  heav'nly  host  adored, 
By  all  thy  Church  below. 

2  One  nndi^ided  Trinity 

With  triumph  we  proclaim: 
Thy  universe  is  full  of  thee, 
And  speaks  thy  glorious  name. 

3  Thee,  holy  Father,  we  confess: 

Thee,  holy  Son,  adore: 
Spirit  of  truth  and  holiness, 
We  praise  thee  evermore. 

4  Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 

(Our  heavenly  song  shall  be), 
Supreme,  essential  One,  adored 

In  COetemal  Three!        Charles  V/esley. 

4  11,  12,  10. 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty! 
Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to 

thee; 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  merciful  and  mighty! 
God  in  three  persons,  blessed  Trinity. 

2  Holy,  holy,  holy!  aU  the  saints  adore  thee, 
Casting  down  their  golden  orowns  around 

the  glassy  sea; 

Cherubim  and  seraphim  falling  down  be- 
fore thee. 

Which  wert,  and  art,  and  evermore  shaltbe. 

3  Ho-y,    holy,    holy!  though  the  darkness 

hide  thee. 
Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  thy  glory 
may  not  see; 

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BEING  And  pbefections  of  god. 

Only  thou  art  holy;  there  is  none  beside 

thee, 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity. 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty! 
AU  thy  works  shall  praise  thy  name,  in 

earth,  and  sky,  and  sea; 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  merciful  and  mighty, 
God  in  three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity! 

Reginald  Meter. 

\  7s. 

1  Holy,  holy  holy  Lord, 

God  the  Father,  and  the  Word, 
God  the  Comforter  receive 
Blessings  more  than  we  can  give. 

2  One,  inexplicably  three, 
One,  in  simplest  unity : 
God,  incline  thy  gracious  ear. 
Us  thy  lisping  creatures  hear. 

3  Thee  while  man,  the  earth-bom,  sings, 
Angels  shiink  within  their  wings; 
Prostrate  seraphim  above 

Breathe  unutterable  love. 

4  Happy  they  who  never  rest, 
AVith  thy  heavenly  presence  blest ! 
They  the  heights  of  glory  see, 
Sound  the  depths  of  Deity ! 

5  Fain  with  them  our  souls  would  vie; 
Sink  as  low,  and  mount  as  high  ; 
Fall,  o'erwhelmed  with  love,  or  soar; 
Shout,  or  silently  adore! 

Charles  Wesley. 

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BEIXa  AND  PEEFECTIOXS  OF  GOD. 

6  S.    M. 

1  O  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  sonl! 

Let  all  -within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongae  to  bless  his  name 
Whose  favors  are  dinne. 

2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul; 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  nnthankfiilness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  "Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins; 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain; 
'Tis  he  who  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again, 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave: 
He,  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  vrith  good, 

He  gives  the  suflf' rers  rest: 
The  Lord  hath  judgment  for  the  proud. 
And  justice  for  th'  oppressed. 

Isaac  IVaiis. 

7  S.  M. 

1  Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glorj"  sing; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown, 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  ovm, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 
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BEING  AND  PERFECTIONS  0?  GOD. 

3  Come,  TvorsMp  at  his  throne; 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord: 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own; 
He  formed  us  hj  his  word, 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod: 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

Isaac  IVatts. 

8  S.  M. 

1  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  his  choice; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise. 

Above  all  blessing  high. 
Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 

3  O  for  the  li\ing  flame 

From  his  own  altar  brought. 
To  touch  our  lips — our  minds  inspire. 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought! 

4  There,  with  benign  regard, 

Our  hymns  he  deigns  to  hear; 
Though  unrevealed  to  mortal  sense. 
The  spirit  feels  him  near. 

5  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours; 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 
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BEIN'G  AND  PERFECTIONS  OF   GOD. 

6  Stand  np,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  your  God  adore; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth,  for  evermore. 

James  Montgomery. 

9  S.  M. 

1  My  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 

"Whose  mercies  are  so  great; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide; 

And  when  his  strokes  are  felt, 
His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  subdues  our  sins; 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  gmlt  remove. 

Isaac  Watts. 

10  L.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  whom  all  thy  saints  adore, 

TVe  now  vrith  all  thy  saints  agree. 
And  bow  our  inmost  souls  before 
Thy  glorious,  awful  majesty. 

2  "We  come,  great  God,  to  seek  thy  face, 

And  for  thy  lo\dng-kindness  wait; 
And  O  how  dreadful  is  this  place! 

'Tis  God's  own  house,  'tisheaven's  gatel 
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BEINC4  AND  PERFECTIONS  OF   GOD, 

3  Tremble  onr  heart3  to  find  thee  nigh, 

To  thee  our  trembling  hearts  aspire; 
And  lo!  we  see  descend  from  high 
The  pillar  and  the  flame  of  fire. 

4  Still  let  it  on  th'  a.ssembly  stay, 

And  all  the  honse  Ttdth  glory  fill; 
To  Canaan's  bounds  point  out  the  way, 
And  lead  ns  to  thy  holy  hill. 

5  There  let  ns  all  with  Jesus  stand, 

And  join  the  general  Church  above; 
And  take  our  seats  at  thy  right-hand, 
And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 

Charles  IVesUy. 


11  L.  M. 

1  Thek  we  adore,  eternal  Lord; 
We  praise  thy  name  with  one  accord; 
Thy  saints,  who  here  thy  goodness  see, 
Thro'  all  the  world  do  worship  thee. 

S  To  thee  aloud  all  angels  cry. 

The  heavens  and  all  the  powers  on  high; 
Thee,  holy,  holy,  holy  King, 
Lord  God  of  Hosts,  they  ever  sing. 

3  Th'  apostles  join  the  glorious  throng; 
The  prophets  swell  th'  immortal  song; 
The  martyrs'  noble  army  raise 
Eternal  anthems  to  thy  praise. 

4  From  day  to  day,  O  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  thee: 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  for  evermore. 

John  Gamiold, 
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BKIXG  AND  PEEFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

12  L.  M. 

1  Come,  O  my  sonl,  in  sacred  lays, 
Attempt  thy  great  Creator's  praise: 
But  O  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame  ? 
What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme  ? 

2  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory  like  a  garment  wears; 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Omnipotence,  with  wisdom,  shines; 

His  works,  through  all  this  wondrous  frame 
Declare  the  glory  of  his  name. 

4  Eaised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  his  glories  sing; 
And  let  his  praise  emplo^y  thy  tongue. 
Till  listening  worlds  shall  join  the  song, 

Thomas  Blacklock. 

13  L.  M. 

1  Peaise  ye  the  Lord!  'tis  good  to  raise 
Your  he^.rts  and  voices  in  his  praise: 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  He  formed  the  stars,  those  heavenly  flames; 
He  counts  theirnumbers,  calls  their  names: 
His  wisdom's  vast,  and  knows  no  bound, 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned! 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  spreads  his  clouds  along  the  sky; 
There  he  prepares  the  ftnitfiil  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  descend  in  vain. 

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BEING  AND  PERFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

4  He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  adorn ; 
He  clothes  the  smiling  fields  with  com: 
The  beasts  with  food  his  hands  supply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

5  But  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight, 
He  ^-iews  his  children  with  delight: 
He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
He  looks,  and  loves  his  image  there. 

Isaac  Watts, 


14  L.  p.  M. 

1  I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers: 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God:  he  made  the  sky. 

And  earth,  and  seas,  vsdth  all  their  train*. 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure: 
He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor: 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  pours  eye-sight  on  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind; 

He  sends  the  lab'iing  conscience  peace: 
He  helps  the, stranger  in  distress. 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

4  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers: 
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BEING  AND  PEEFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

Isaac  Watts. 

15  L.  M. 

1  OuE  God  ascends  his  lofty  tltrone, 
Arrayed  in  majesty  unknown: 
His  luster  all  the  t-emple  fills, 

And  spreads  o'er  all  tii'  ethereal  hills. 

2  The  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 
Is  by  the  seraphim  adored; 

And,  while  they  stand  benea,th  his  seat, 
They  veil  their  faces  and  their  feet. 

3  And  can  a  sinful  worm  endure 
The  presence  of  a  God  so  pure  ? 
Or  these  polluted  lips  proclaim 
The  honors  of  so  grand  a  name  ? 

4  O  for  thine  altar's  glowing  coal 
To  touch  my  lips,  to  fire  my  soul, 
To  purge  the  sordid  dross  away, 
And  into  crystal  turn  my  clay! 

Philip  Doddridge, 

16  C.  M. 

1  My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art, 

Thy  majesty  how  bright, 
How  beautiful  thy  mercy-seat 
In  depths  of  burning  Ught! 

2  How  dread  are  thine  eternal  years, 

O  everlasting  Lord, 
By  prostrate  spirits  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored! 
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BEING  AND  PEEFECTIOXS  OF  GOD. 

3  O  how  I  fear  thee,  IhTiig  God, 

With  deepest,  tenderest  fears. 
And  worship  thee  with  trembling  hope, 
And  penitential  tears. 

4  Yet  I  may  love  thee  too,  O  Ijord, 

Almighty  as  thou  art; 
For  thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

5  No  eartMy  father  loves  like  thee, 

No  mother  half  so  mild 
Bears  and  forbears  as  thou  hast  done 
With  me,  thy  sinful  child. 

6  My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art, 

Thou  everlasting  Friend: 
On  thee  I  stay  my  trusting  heart. 
Till  faith  in  vision  end. 

Frederick  William  Faher. 


17  6s,  8s,  4s. 

1  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise. 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above — 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love: 
Jehovah,  great  I  AM! 

By  earth  and  heav'n  confessed: 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  name, 

Forever  blest. 

2  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

At  whose  supreme  command. 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 
At  his  right-hand: 

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BEING  AND  PERFECTIONS  0?  (K)D, 

I  aD  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  shield  and  tower. 

3  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

Whose  all-sufScient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days 

In  all  his  ways: 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend! 

He  calls  himself  my  Gk)d! 
And  he  shall  save  me  to  the  end, 

Through  Jesus'  blood! 

4  He  by  himself  hath  sworn; 

I  on  his  oath  depend ; 
I  shall,  on  eagles'  wings  upborne, 

To  heaven  ascend: 
I  shall  behold  his  face, 

I  shall  his  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

For  evermore.  Thomas  Olivers. 

18  6s,  8s,  4s. 

1  The  God  who  reigns  on  high 

The  great  archangels  sing. 
And  ''Holy,  holy,  holy,"  cry, 

"Almighty  King! 
Who  was  and  is  the  same, 

And  evermore  shall  be: 
Jehovah,  Father,  great  I  Ail, 

We  worship  thee." 

2  Before  the  Saviour's  face 

The  ransomed  nations  bow; 
O'erwhelmed  at  his  almighty  grace, 
Forever  new: 

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BEING  AND  PERFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

He  shows  his  x^rints  of  love — 

They  kindle  to  a  flame! 
And  sound  through  all  the  worldsabove, 

The  slaughtered  Lamb. 


3  The  whole  triumphant  host 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high; 
"Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, '^ 
They  ever  cry: 
Hail,  Abrah'm's  God,  and  mine! 

(I  join  the  heavenly  lays) 
All  might  and  majesty  are  thine, 
And  endless  praise. 

Thomas  Olivers, 


19  5s&6s.    D. 

1  O  WORSHIP  the  King, 

All  glorious  above; 
O  gratefully  sing 

His  power  and  his  love; 
Our  Shield  and  Defender, 

The  Ancient  of  days, 
Pa^^lioned  in  splendor. 

And  girded  with  praise. 

2  O  tell  of  his  might, 

O  sing  of  his  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light, 

Whose  canopy  space; 
His  chariots  of  wrath 

The  deep  thunder-clouds  form, 
And  dark  is  his  path 

On  the  wings  of  the  storm. 
20 


BEING  AND  PERFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

3  Thy  bountiful  care 

What  tongue  can  recite? 
It  breathes  in  the  air, 

It  shines  in  the  light, 
It  streams  from  the  hills, 

It  descends  to  the  plain, 
And  sweetly  distills 

In  the  dew  and  the  rain. 

4  Frail  children  of  dust, 

And  feeble  as  frail, 
In  thee  do  we  trust, 

Nor  find  thee  to  fail: 
Thy  mercies  how  tender, 

How  firm  to  the  end. 
Our  Maker,  Defender, 

Redeemer,  and  Friend. 

Robert  Grant. 

30  5s&6s.    D. 

1  Ye  servants  of  God, 

Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  name; 
The  name  all  victorious 

Of  Jesus  extol; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious, 

And  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high, 

Almightj^  to  save; 
And  still  he  is  nigh; 

His  presence  we  have. 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing. 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus,  our  King. 
21 


BEIXa  AND  PEEFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

3  Then  let  us  adore, 

And  give  him  his  right, 
All  glory ,  and  power, 

And  wisdom,  and  might ; 
All  honor  and  blessing, 

With  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

And  infinite  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 

2i  7s. 

1  Let  ns,  with  a  gladsome  mind. 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind; 
For  his  mercies  aje  endure. 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Let  us  blaze  his  name  abroad, 
For  of  gods  he  is  the  God; 
For  his  mercies  aye  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

3  All  thhigs  living  he  doth  feed; 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need; 
For  his  mercies  aye  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

4  Let  us,  therefore,  warble  forth 
His  high  majesty  and  worth; 
For  his  mercies  aye  endure. 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

John  Mtlton. 

22  H.  M. 

1  Young  men  and  maidens,  raise 
Your  tuneful  voices  high; 
Old  men  and  children,  praise 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  sky: 
Him  Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Extol  to  all  eternity. 
22 


BEING  AND  PEEFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

2  The  universal  King 

Let  all  the  world  proclaim; 
Let  every  creature  sing 

His  attributes  and  name! 
Him  Three  in  Ouo,  and  One  in  Three, 
Extol  to  all  etemit^. 

3  In  his  great  name  alone 

All  excellences  meet, 
Who  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  shall  for  ever  sit: 
Him  Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Extol  to  all  eternity. 

4  Glory  to  God  belongs: 

Glory  to  God  be  given, 
Ibove  the  noblest  songs 

Of  all  in  earth  and  heaven: 
Him  Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Extol  to  all  eternity. 

Charles  Wesley. 

23  8s. 

1  This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore, 

Our  faithful,  unchangeable  Friend, 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  power, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 

2  'Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last. 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home: 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

Joseph  Hart. 

24  8s,  7s. 

1  Peaise  the  Lord!  ye  heav'us,  adore  him, 
Praise  him,  angels,  in  the  height: 
23 


BEING  AND  PEEFECTION'S  OP  GOD. 

Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  him, 
Praise  Mm,  all  ye  stars  of  light. 

2  Praise  the  Lord !  for  he  hath  spoken, 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed; 

Laws,  which  never  shall  be  broken. 

For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord!  for  he  is  glorious; 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  ^dctorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation; 

Hosts  on  high,  his  power  proclaim; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation. 
Laud  and  magnify  his  name! 

John  Kei7ipthorne. 

25  8s,  7s. 

1  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven; 

Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored; 
Unto  thee  be  glor^^  given. 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord. 

2  Heaven  is  still  with  glory  ringing; 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
"Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

"  Lord  of  hosts.  Lord  God  most  high." 

.  3  "With  his  seraph  train  before  him. 
With  his  holy  Church  below. 
Thus  unite  we  to  adore  Mm: 
Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow: 

4  "  Lord,  th}^  glory  fills  the  heaven, 
Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored. 
24 


BEING  AND  PEEFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord." 

Richard  Mant. 


26  8s,  7s. 

1  GrOD  is  love:  his  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  rove; 
Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens: 


2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move; 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never: 
Grod  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  his  changele&s  goodness  prove; 
From  the  mist  his  brightness  streameth: 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comlbrt  from  above; 
Every^'here  his  glory  shineth: 
God  is  wisdom,  G<)d  is  love. 

John  Bowring. 

27  8s,  7s, 

1  There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy, 

Like  the  wideness  of  the  sea: 

There's  a  kindness  in  his  justice, 

Which  is  more  than  liberty. 

2  There  is  welcome  for  the  sinner ; 

There  are  blessings  for  the  good ; 
There  is  mercy  with  the  Saviour; 
There  is  healing  in  his  blood. 
25 


BEING  AND  PEBFECTIONS  OF   GOD. 

3  For  tlie  love  of  God  is  broader 

Than  the  measure  of  man's  mind; 
And  the  heart  of  the  Eternal 
Is  most  wonderfully  kind. 

4  If  our  faith  were  but  more  simple, 

We  should  take  him  at  his  word; 
And  our  lives  would  be  all  sunshine 
In  the  sweetness  of  our  Lord. 

Frederick  William  Faber. 

28  s.  M. 

1  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  that  fear  Ms  name, 

Is  such  as  tender  iDarents  feel: 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 

Scattered  with  every  breath: 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  ^vind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower: 
K  one  sharr)  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

Isaac  Watts. 

29  s.  M. 

1  Father,  in  whom  we  live, 
In  whom  we  are  and  move, 
The  glor;/,  jxkwer  and  praise  receive 
Of  thy  creating  love. 
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BEIXG  AXD  PEEFECTIONS  OF  GOB. 

2  lucamate  Deity, 

Let  all  the  ransomed  ra<;e 
Render,  in  thanks,  their  lives  to  the6> 
For  thy  redeeming  grace. 

3  The  grace  to  siimers  showed, 

Ye  heavenly  choirs  proclaim, 
And  cry,  ''Salvation  to  our  God; 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  !" 

4  Spirit  of  holiness, 

Let  all  thy  saints  adore 
Thy  sacred  energy,  and  bless 
Thy  heart-renewing  power. 

5  Eternal,  Triune  Lord, 

Let  all  the  hosts  above, 
Let  all  the  sons  of  men,  record 
And  dwell  upon  thy  love. 

6  When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled 

Before  thy  glorious  face, 
Sing,  all  the  saints  thy  love  hath  made, 
Thine  everlasting  praise! 

Charles  Wesley. 

30  s.  M. 

1  I  HEAE  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey; 
Lord!  send  thy  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me  lest  I  stray. 

2  O  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 
Yet  with  a  bold,  presumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  transgress. 

3  Warn  me  of  every  sin, 

Forgive  my  secret  faults, 
27 


BEING  AND  PEEFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

And  cleanse  this  guilty  sonl  of  niiue.^ 
Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

4  While  -with  rcy  heart  and  tongue 
I  spread  thy  praise  abroad, 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

Isaac  Watts. 


31  L.  M. 

1  Eternal  Power,  whose  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God: 
Infinite  leng-ths  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 

2  Thee  while  the  first  archangel  sings, 
He  hides  his  face  behind  his  wings; 
And  ranks  of  shining  thrones  around 
Fall  worshiping,  and  spread  the  ground. 

3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do  ? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too! 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High! 

4  Earth  from  afar  hath  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learned  to  hsp  thy  name; 
But  O!  the  glories  of  thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind! 

5  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below: 

Be  short,  our  tunes;  our  words,  be  few! 
A  solemn  reverence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 

Isaac  Watts. 

28 


BEIXG  AJS'D  PEEFECTI0X3  OF  GOD. 
32  L.  M. 

1  0  God,  thou  bottomless  abyss! 

Thee  to  perfection  who  can  kno"V7? 

O  height  immense  I  What  words  suffice 

Thy  countless  attributes  to  show? 

2  Unfathomable  depths  thou  art ! 

O  plunge  me  in  thy  mercy's  sea! 
Void  of  true  wisdom  is  my  heart: 
"With  love  embrace  and  cover  me! 

3  While  thee,  all  infinite,  I  set, 

By  faith,  before  my  ra"\"ished  eye, 
My  weakness  bends  beneath  the  weight: 
O'erpowered,  I  sink,  I  faint,  I  die. 

4  G-reatness  unspeakable  is  thine, 

Greatness,  whose  undiminished  ray. 
"Wlien  short-lived  worlds  are  lost,  shall  shine 
When  earth  and  heaven  are  fled  away. 

5  Unchangeable,  all-perfect  Lord, 

Essential  life's  unbounded  sea, 
What  lives  and  moves,  lives  by  thy  word: 
It  lives,  and  moves,  and  is  from  thee! 
Ernest  Lange.     Tr.  hy  John  Wesley, 

33  c.  M. 

1  LoED,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee: 

In  vain  my  soul  would  tr>^ 
To  shun  thy  presence,  or  to  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
The  secrets  of  my  breast. 
29 


BEING  AND  PERFECTIONS  OP  GOD. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  thee,  Lord, 

Before  they're  formed  within; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
Then  know'st  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  O  wondrous  knowledge!  deep  and  high; 

Where  can  a  creature  hide? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie. 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  liie  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

Isaac  Waits. 

34  C.  M. 

1  Eaely,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  thy  face; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims,  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky. 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand  ; 
AjQd  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine: 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 
And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 
30 


BEING  AND  PERFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move. 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice. 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thns,  till  my  la^t  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King: 
Thus  wiU  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

haac  Watts. 

35  c.  M. 

1  Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 

Thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all: 
Thy  streng-th'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrows  bow  the  spirit  down, 

When  virtue  lies  distressed 
Beneath  the  proud  oppressor's  frown. 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourner  rest. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  pains  thy  sen^ants  feel, 

Thou  hear'st  thy  children's  cry; 
And  their  best  wishes  to  folfill, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere: 
Thou  sav'st  the  souls  whose  humble  love 
Is  joined  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  tliy  praise, 

And  spread  thy  fame  abroad: 
Let  ail  the  sous  of  Adam  raise 
The  honors  of  their  G^jd. 

Isaac  V/aits. 

31 


BEING  AND  PERFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

36  c.  M. 

1  Blest  be  our  everlasting  Lord, 

Our  Father,  God,  and  King! 
Thy  sovereign  goodness  we  record, 
Thy  glorious  power  we  sing. 

2  Thon  hast  on  ns  the  grace  bestowed, 

Thy  greatness  to  proclaim; 
And  therefore  now  we  thank  our  God, 
And  praise  thy  glorious  name 

3  Thy  gioiious  name,  and  nature's  powers, 

Thou  dost  to  us  make  known; 
And  all  the  Deity  is  ours. 
Through  thy  incarnate  Son. 

Charles  Wesley. 


37  C.  M.  D. 

1  Shall  foolish,  weak,  short-sighted  man 

Beyond  archangels  go, 
The  great  almighty  God  explain, 

Or  to  perfection  know '? 
Eis  attributes  di^dnely  soar 

Above  the  creature's  sight. 
And  prostrate  seraphim  adore 

The  glorious  Infinite. 

2  Jehovah's  everlasting  days, 

They  cannot  numl3ered  be: 
Incomprehensible  the  space 

Of  thine  immensity: 
Thy  wisdom's  depths  by  reason's  line 

In  A^ain  we  strive  to  sound. 
Or  stretch  our  lab'ring  thought  t'  assign 

Omnipotence  a  bound. 
32 


BEING  AND  PEEFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

3  The  brightness  of  thy  glories  leaves 

Description  far  below; 
Nor  man,  nor  angel's  heart  conceives 

How  deep  thy  mercies  flow: 
Thy  love  is  most  unsearchable, 

And  dazzles  all  above : 
They  gaze,  but  cannot  count  or  tell 

The^treasures  of  thy  love! 

Charles  Wesley. 

38  L.  M.  D. 

1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens  a  shining  firame, 

Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 

Doth  his  Creator's  power  display, 

And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale; 
And  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth, 
Eepeats  the  story  of  her  birth : 

While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  bum, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
-    Cbufirm  the  tidings,  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  the  dark,  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  though  no  real  voice,  nor  sound. 
Amid  the  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  di\-ine." 

Joseph  Addison. 

3  33 


BEING  AND  PEEPECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

39  L.  M.  6  1. 

1  Infinite  God,  to  thee  we  raise 
Our  hearts  in  solemn  songs  of  praise; 
By  all  thy  works  on  earth  adored. 
We  worship  thee,  the  common  Lord; 
The  everlasting  Father  own, 

And  bow  ourselves  before  thy  throne. 

2  Thee  all  the  choir  of  angels  sings. 
The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  King  of  kings; 
Cherubs  proclaim  thy  praise  aloud, 
And  seraphs  shout  the  Triune  God; 
And  "Holy,  holy,  holy,"  cry, 

*'  Thy  glory  fills  both  earth  and  skyl" 

3  Father  of  endless  majesty, 

All  might  and  love  we  render  thee: 
Thy  true  and  only  Son  adore, 
The  same  in  dignity  and  power; 
And  God  the  Holy  Ghost  declare, 
The  saints'  eternal  Comforter. 

Charles  fVeslsy, 

40  L.  M.     6  1. 

1  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare. 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye: 
My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend. 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant. 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leada, 
VThere  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

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BEING  AND  PEEEECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

3  Thougli  in  a  bare  and  rugged  Tray, 
Througli  devious,  lonely  Tvilda  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile  ^ 
The  barren  vdldemess  shall  smile. 
With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

4  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still; 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

Joseph  Addison. 

4i  C.  M. 

1  0  God,  our  strength,  to  thee  our  song 

With  grateful  hearts  vre  raise; 

To  thee,  and  thee  alone,  belong 

All  worship,  love,  and  praise. 

2  In  trouble's  dark  and  stormy  hour 

Thine  ear  hath  heard  our  prayer; 
And  graciously  thine  arm  of  jwwer 
Hath  saved  us  from  despair. 

3  And  thou,  O  ever  gracious  Lord, 

Wilt  keep  thy  promise  still. 
If.  meekly  hearkening  to  thy  word. 
We  seek  to  do  thy  wiU. 

4  Led  by  the  light  thy  grace  imparts. 

Ne'er  may  we  bow  the  knee 
To  idols,  wiiich  our  wajnvard  hearts 
Set  up  instead  of  thee. 

5  So  shall  thy  choicest  gifts,  O  Lord, 

Thy  faithful  people  bless; 
35 


BEING  AND  PEKFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

For  them  shall  earth  its  stores  afford, 
And  heaven  its  happiness. 

Harriet  Auber. 
4:2  c.  M. 

1  Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise! 
Known  thro'  theearth  by  thou  sand  signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power; 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands, 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ: 
They  show  the  labor  of  thy  hands, 
Or  impress  of  thy  feet. 

4  But  when  we  \dew  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
"Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  di^^Ilest  forms, 

5  Out  thoughts  are  lost  in  reverent  awe; 

We  love  and  we  adore: 
The  first  archangel  never  saw 
So  much  of  God  before. 

6  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brighter  shone, 
The  justice  or  the  grace, 

Isaac  Waits. 

43  CM. 

1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
His  wonders  to  perform; 
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BEIXG  AXD  PEBFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

He  plants  Ms  footsteps  in  the  sea. 
Aiid  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take: 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace: 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour: 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste. 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain: 
God  is  his  own  interpreter. 
And  he  ^vviil  make  it  plain. 

WiUia^n  Ccjjper. 

44  C.  M. 

1  Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 

God's  watchful  eye  snrv'eys. 
O  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 
Or  to  appoint  our  ways! 

2  Good  when  he  gives — supremely  good — 

Nor  less  when  he  denies: 
E'en  crosses,  from  his  .sovereign  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 
37 


BEINa  AND  PEBFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love, 
So  constant  and  so  kind  ? 
To  his  unerring,  gracious  -mil 
Be  every  wish  resigned. 

James  Hervey. 

45  C.  M. 

1  Thy  way,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea; 

Thy  paths  we  cannot  trace, 

Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 

Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 

2  As  t^irough  a  glass,  we  dimly  see 

The  wonders  of  thy  love; 
How  little  do  we  know  of  thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above! 

3  'Tis  but  in  part  we  know  thy  will; 

We  bless  thee  for  the  sight: 
Soon  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal, 
In  glory's  clearer  light. 

4  With  rapture  shall  we  then  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace; 
And  spend  an  everlasting  day 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

John  Fawcett. 

46  C.  M. 

1  Thy  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love, 

Unmerited  and  free, 
Delights  our  e\'il  to  remove, 
And  helps  our  misery. 

2  Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still. 

Thou  dost  with  sinners  bear. 
That,  saved,  we  may  thy  goodness  feel. 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 
38 


BEING  AND  PEEFECTIOKS  OF  GOD. 

3  Thy  goodness  and  thy  truth  to  me, 

To  every  soul,  alx)und: 
A  vast,  unfathomable  sea, 
Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned 

4  Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach, 

So  plenteous  is  the  store; 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  ea«h, 
Enough  for  evermore. 

5  Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are! 

A  rock  that  caimot  move: 
A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

6  Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns, 

Unalterably  sure; 
And  while  the  truth  of  Grod  remains. 
His  goodness  must  endure. 

Charles  Wesley. 

4T  L.  M. 

1  God  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 

Through  various  deaths  my  soulhath  led, 
Or  turned  aside  the  fatal  hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  sinking  head  ; 

2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own. 

Thy  ruling  pro\idence  I  see: 
Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run, 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

3  Whither,  O  whither  should  I  fly. 

But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breast? 
Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 
And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest. 
39 


BEING  AND  FEEFECTIONS  OF  GGD. 

4  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 

But  thou,  O  Christ,  my  wisdom  art! 
I  ever  into  ruin  run, 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

5  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind. 

Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known: 
Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find. 
The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 

Charles  Wesley. 

48  L.  M. 

1  Peace,  troubled  soul,  thou  need'st  not  fear 
Thy  great  Pro^dder  still  is  near ; 

Who  fed  thee  last,  will  feed  thee  still: 
Be  calm,  and  sink  into  his  will. 

2  The  Lord,  who  built  the  earth  and  sky, 
In  mercy  stoops  to  hear  thy  cry; 

His  promise  all  may  freely  claim: 
Ask,  and  receive  in  Jesus'  name. 

3  Without  reserve  give  Christ  your  heart; 
Let  him  his  righteousness  impart; 
Then  all  things  else  he'll  freely  give; 
With  him  you  all  things  shall  receive. 

4  Thus  shall  the  soul  be  truly  blest. 
That  seeks  in  God  his  only  rest; 
May  I  that  happy  person  be, 

In  time  and  in  etemitj^ 

Samuel  Eckitig. 

49  L.  M. 

1  High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 
Tiiy  truth  shall  break  thro'  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  desi^^ns. 
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BEING  AND  PEEFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

2  ForeTer  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  monntains  their  foundations  keep ; 
"Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgmenta  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  proTidence  is  kind  and  large. 

Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share: 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God!  how  excellent  thy  grace! 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs : 
The  sons  of  Adam  in  distress 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free. 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 

Isaac  V/atts. 


50  L-  M. 

i  Fathee  of  heaYen,whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 
To  us  thy  pardoning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son,  incarnate  "Word, 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 

The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 
To  us  thy  quick'ning  power  extend. 
41 


BEING  AND  PEBFBCTIONS  OF  GOD. 

4  JehoTah!  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
Mysterions  Godhead!  Three  in  One! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  "bend; 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 

Edward  CooPsr. 

51  C.  M. 

1  The  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might, 

The  winds  obey  his  will; 
He  spe^aks — and  in  his  heavenly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threat' ning  asx>ect  roar! 

The  Lord  uplil'ts  Ms  awful  hand. 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night!  your  force  combine! 

Without  his  high  behest. 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine, 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime 

In  distant  peals  it  dies: 
He  yokes  the  whirlwinds  to  his  car. 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend — ^in  rev'rence  bend: 

Ye  monarchsj  wait  his  nod; 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  our  God. 

Henry  Kirke  White, 

52  c.  M. 

1  Geeat  God,  to  me  the  sight  afford 
To  him  of  old  allowed; 
And  let  my  faith  behold  its  Lord, 
Descending  in  a  cloud! 
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BEIXQ  AXD  PEBFECTI0N3  OF  GOD. 

2  In  tliat  revealing  Spirit  come, 

Thine  attributes  proclaim; 
And  to  my  inmost  soul  make  known 
The  glories  of  thy  name. 

3  Jehovah,  Christ,  I  thee  adore, 

Who  gav'st  my  soul  to  be! 
Fountain  of  being  and  of  power, 
And  great  in  majesty. 

4  The  Lord,  the  mighty  God,  thou  art; 

But  let  me  rather  prove 
That  name  inspoken  to  my  heart. 
That  fav'rite  name  of  Ix)ve. 

5  Merciful  Gk)d,  thyself  proclaim 

In  this  polluted  breast : 
Mercy  is  thy  distinguished  name, 
And  suits  the  sinner  best. 

Charles  V/esley. 

53  L.  M. 

1  Eee  mountains  reared  their  forms  sublime, 

Or  heaven  and  earth  in  order  stood, 
Before  the  birth  of  ancient  time, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 

2  A  thousand  ages,  in  their  flight. 

With  thee  are  as  a  fleeting  day; 
Past,  present,  future,  to  thy  sight 
At  once  their  various  scenes  display. 

3  But  our  brief  life's  a  shadowy  dream, 

A  passing  thought  that  soon  is  o'er. 

That  fades  with  morning's  earliest  beam, 

And  fills  the  musing  mind  no  more. 

4  To  us,  O  Lord,  the  >Tisdom  give 

Each  parsing  moment  so  to  spend, 
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EEUSTG  AND  PEEFECTIOIn^S  OF  GOD. 

That  we  at  length  Tvith  thee  may  live 
Where  life  and  bliss  shall  never  end. 

Harriet  Auber. 

54  L.  M. 

1  Holy  as  thou,  O  Lord,  is  none! 
Thy  holiness  is  all  thy  ovm: 

A  drop  of  that  unbounded  sea 
Is  ours — ^a  drop  derived  from  thee. 

2  And  ^vhen  thy  purity  we  share, 
Thy  only  glory  vre  declare: 
And,  humbled  into  nothing,  own 
Holy  and  pure  is  God  alone. 

3  Sole,  self-existing  God  and  Lord, 
By  all  thy  licavenly  hosts  adored, 
Let  all  on  earth  bow  down  to  thee, 
And  ovm  thy  peerless  majest5^ 

Charles  Wesley. 

O^  L.  M. 

1  Befoes  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  : 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  jiower,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men: 
And  when,  like  wand'ringsheep,  we  stray 'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs. 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues. 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

4  Yv'ide  as  the  world  is  thj^  command; 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love; 
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BEIXG  AND  PEEFECTIOXS  OF  GOD. 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  mnst  stand. 
"Wlien  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Isaac  Watts. 


56  L.  M. 

1  Eterxal  depth  of  love  divine, 

In  Jesns,  God  with  us.  displayed, 
How  hright  thy  beaming  glories  shine! 
How  wide  thy  healingstreamsare spread: 

2  ^ith  whom  dost  thou  delight  to  dwell  ? 

Sinners,  a  vile  and  thankles>s  race: 
O  Grod!  what  tongue  aright  can  tell 

How  vast  thy  love,  how  great  thy  grace  ? 

3  The  dictates  of  thy  sovereign  will 

With  jov  our  grateful  hearts  receive: 
All  thy  delight  in  us  fiiiai: 
Lo!  all  we  are  to  thee  we  give. 

4  To  thy  sure  love,  thy  tender  care, 

Our  flesh,  soul,  spirit,  we  resign: 
0  fix  thy  sacred  presence  there. 
And  seal  th'  abode  forever  thine! 

5  O  King  of  glory,  thy  rich  grace 

Our  feeble  thought  surpasses  far; 
Yea,  e'en  our  crimes,  though  numberless, 
Less  numerous  than  thy  mercies  are. 

6  Still,  Lord,  thy  saving  health  display 

And  arm  our  souls  with  heavenly  zeal: 
So  fearless  shall  we  urge  our  way 

Through  all  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell. 

Count  Zinzendorf.     Tr.  by  John  V/eslcy. 

45 


BEING  AND  PEEFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

57  L.  M. 

1  Parent  of  good!  thy  bounteous  hand 

Incessant  benefits  distills; 
And  all  in  air,  or  sea,  or  land, 
With  plenteous  food  and  gladness  fills. 

2  Each  evening  shows  thy  tender  love, 

Each  rising  mom  thy  plenteous  grace: 
Thy  wakened  wrath  doth  slowly  move, 
Thy  willing  mercy  flies  apace! 

3  To  thy  benign,  indulgent  care, 

Father,  this  light,  this  breath,  we  owe; 
And  all  we  have,  and  all  we  are. 
From  thee,  great  Source  of  being,  flow. 

4  Thrice  Holy!  thine  the  kingdom  is, 

The  power  omnipotent  is  thine; 
And  when  created  nature  dies, 
Thy  never-ceasing  glories  shine. 

Ernest  Lange.     Tr,  hy  John  fi^esley. 

46 


SECTION  II. 


MEDIATION  OP  OHEIS' 


58  C.  M. 

1  Hask  !  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comes! 

The  Saviour  promised  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 

And  every  voice  a  song. 

9  He  comes,  the  prisonera  to  release. 
In  Satan's  bondage  held  : 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst ; 
The  iron  fetters  yield ! 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 
And  on  the  eyeballs  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind. 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  graoe, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

Fkilip  Doddridge. 
47 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 
59  C.  M. 

1  Joy  to  the  world — the  Lord  is  come  I 

Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth — ^the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and 
plains, 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  : 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace  r 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

Isaac  Watts. 


60  C.  M. 

1  Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran. 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew? 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled  : 
48 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy,  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portala  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
Ajid  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 
"  Glory  to  Crod  on  high  ! 

Good- will  and  peace  are  now  complete  : 
Jesus  was  bom  to  die." 

6  Hail,  Prince  of  life,  forever  hail ! 

Kedeemer,  brother,  friend  ! 
Though  earth  and  time  and  life  shall  fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

Samuel  Medley, 


61  C.  M. 

1  While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by 

All  seated  on  the  ground,  [night, 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "Fear  not,"  said  he  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind), 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "To  you.  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  : 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign. 

4  "  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  displayed, 
4  49 


MEDIATION  OP  CHRIST. 

All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing-'bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spoke  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God  on  high, 
And  thus  addressed  their  song  : 

6  "All  glory  be  to  Gk)d  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  : 
Good-will  henceforth,  from  heaven  tomen, 
Begin  and  never  cease." 

Nakum  Tate. 


62  L.  M. 

1  SiKG,  all  in  heaven,  at  Jesus'  birth , 
Glory  to  God,  and  peace  on  earth : 
Incarnate  love  in  Christ  is  seen, 
Pure  mercy  and  good-will  to  men. 

2  Praise  him,  extolled  above  all  height, 
Who  doth  in  worthless  worms  delight  : 
God  reconciled  in  Christ  confess, 
Your  present  and  eternal  peace. 

3  From  Jesus,  manifest  below, 
Rivers  of  pure  salvation  flow. 

And  pour  on  man's  distinguished  race 
Their  everlasting  streams  of  grace. 

4  Sing,  every  soul  of  Adam's  line. 
The  fav'rite  attribute  Divine, 
Ascribing,  with  the  hosts  above. 
All  glory  to  the  God  of  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 

50 


MEDTATTOX  OF  CHIilST. 

63  7s.  D. 

1  Haek!  the  herald  angeLs  sing, 
''Glory  to  the  new-born  King! 

Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild  ; 
God  and  sinners  reconciled.'' 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise  ; 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies; 
With  th'  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
' '  Christ  is  bom  in  Bethlehem. ' ' 

2  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord: 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb. 
Veiled  in  flesh  the  GDdhead  see, 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity  I 
Pleased  as  man  with  men  t'  appear, 
Jesus  our  Immanuel  here. 

3  Han  the  heaven-bom  Prince  of  peace! 
Hail  the  Sun  of  righteousness! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings: 
Jlild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 

Bom  that  man  no  more  may  die; 
Bom  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth ; 
Bom  to  give  them  second  birth. 

4  Come,  Be  =5 re  of  nations,  come! 
Fix  in  U3  thy  humble  home: 
Else,  the  woman's  conq'riug  Seed; 
Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head; 
Adam's  likeness  now  efface, 
Stamp  thine  image  in  itr.  place: 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Reinstate  us  in  thy  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 

51 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

64  c.  M. 

1  To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  bom  ; 

To  us  a  Son  is  given  : 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
Him  ail  the  hosts  of  heaven, 

2  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  peace, 

For  evermore  adored; 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counselor, 
The  great  and  mightj"  Lord. 

3  His  power,  increasing,  still  shall  spread ; 

His  reign  no  end  shall  know; 
Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

4  To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  bom, 

To  us  a  Son  is  given; 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counselor, 
The  niiglity  Lord  of  heaven. 

yohfi  Mcrrison 

65  c.  M. 

1  Salvation,  O  the  joyful  sound! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears: 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin. 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  Divine 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 

The  s]3acious  earth  around, 

Wliile  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Isaac  Watts. 
52 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

66  s.  M. 

1  Fathee,  out  hearts  vre  lift 

Up  to  thy  gracious  throne. 
And  thank  thee  ibr  the  precious  gift 
Of  thine  incarnate  Sou! 

2  The  gift  unspeakable 

We  thankfully  receiye, 
And  to  the  world  thy  goodness  teU, 
Ana  to  thy  glory  live. 

3  Jesus,  the  holy  child, 

Doth,  by  his  birth,  declare 
That  God  and  man  are  reconciled, 
And  one  in  him  we  are. 

4  A  peace  on  earth  he  brings, 

-    Which  never  more  shall  end: 
The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  King  of  kings. 
Declares  himself  our  friend. 

5  His  kingdom  from  above 

He  doth  to  us  impart, 
And  pure  benevolence  and  love 
O'erflow  the  faithful  heart. 

6  Changed  in  a  moment,  v^-e 

The  s^veet  attrac-tion  find, 
With  open  arms  of  charity 
Embracing  all  mankind. 

Charles  Wesley. 

67  L.  M. 

i  To  us  this  day  a  Child  is  given, 
To  crown  us  with  the  joy  of  heaven : 
53 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

Good  news  from  heav'n  the  angels  bring. 
Glad  tidings  to  the  earth  they  sing. 

2  All  praise  to  thee,  eternal  Lord, 

Clothed  in  the  garb  of  flesh  and  blood; 
Choosing  a  manger  for  thy  throne, 
While  worlds  on  worlds  are  thine  alone, 

?,  A  little  Child,  thou  art  onr  guest, 
That  weary  ones  in  thee  may  rest; 
Forlorn  and  lowly  is  thy  birth, 
That  we  may  rise  to  heaven  from  earth, 

4  Were  earth  a  thousand  times  as  fair, 
Beset  ^^ith  gold  and  jewels  rare, 
She  yet  were  far  too  poor  to  be 

A  narrow  cradle,  Lord,  for  thee. 

5  Ah,  blessed  Jesus,  holy  Child, 
Make  thee  a  bed,  soft,  undefiled, 
Y/ithin  my  heart,  that  it  may  be 
A  quiet  chamber  kept  for  thee. 

Martin  Lzither.     Tr.  by^.  T.  Russell.  (Alt.) 

G8  8s,  7s. 

1  Haek!  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo!  th'  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heavenly  halleluiahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy: 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  gloiy, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high! 

3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good- will  from  heavea, 

Eeaching  far  as  man  is  found; 
Souls  redeemed  and  sins  forgiven ; 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 
54 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

4  ''  Cbxist  is  bom,  tlie  great  Anointed; 

Heaven  and  earth  Ms  praises  sing; 
O  receive  whom  Gk)d  appointed, 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  "  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  him: 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy ; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 
'  Glory  be  to  God  most  high:'  " 

J'okn  Cawood. 

69  L  M. 

1  When  marshaled   on  the  nightly  plain 

The  glitt'ring  host  bes  nd  the  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  .  -ain 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark !  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  It  is  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bids  my  dark  foreboding's  cease  ; 
And,  through  life's  storm   and  danger's 
It  leads  me  to  the  port  of  peace,  [thrall, 

4  Thus,  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever,  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star!— the  Star  of  Bethlehem! 

Henry  Kirke  White. 

TO  L.  M. 

1  To  us  a  Child  of  royal  birth, 
Heir  of  the  promises,  is  given: 
Th'  Invisible  appears  on  earth. 
The  Son  of  man,  the  God  of  heaven. 
66 


MEDIATION  OF  CHfilST. 

2  A  Saviour  bom,  in  love  supreme 

He  comes,  our  fallen  souls  to  raise: 
He  comes,  his  people  to  redeem, 
With  all  his  plenitude  of  grace. 

3  The  Christ,  by  raptured  seers  foretold, 

Filled  with  th'  eternal  Spirit's  power, 
Prophet,  and  Priest,  and  King,  behold. 
And  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  adore. 

4  The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  God  most  high, 

Who  quits  his  throne  on  earth  to  live. 
With  joy  we  welcome  from  the  sky, 
With  faitt  mto  our  hearts  receive. 

Charles  Wesley. 

71  C.  M. 

1  The  Lord  will  come,  and  not  be  slow; 

His  footsteps  cannot  err; 
Before  him  righteousness  shall  go, 
His  royal  harbinger. 

2  Mercy  and  Truth,  that  long  were  missed, 

Now  joyfully  are  met; 
Sweet  Peace  and  Righteousness  have  kissed 
And  hand  in  hand  are  set. 

3  The  nations  all  whom  thou  hast  made 

Shall  come,  and  all  shall  frame 
To  bow  them  low  before  thee,  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  name. 

4  Truth  from  the  earth,  like  to  a  flower, 

Shall  bud  and  blossom  then, 
And  Justice,  from  her  heavenly  bower, 
Look  down  on  mortal  men. 

5  Thee  will  I  praise,  O  Lord,  my  God! 

Thee  honor  and  adore 
56 


MEDIATION    OF  CHEIST. 

With  my  whole  heart;  and  blaze  abroad 
Thy  name  for  evermore! 

John  Miiton. 
12  lis,   103. 

1  Beiqhtest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 

morning. 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine 

aid! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shin- 

Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
staU, 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say.  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion. 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  off 'rings  divine? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the 

ocean, 
Myrrh  irom  the  forest,  and  gold  from 

the  mine? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly    with    gifts   would    his    favor 
secure, 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration. 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor ! 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 

ing, [aid! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

Reginald  Heber. 

57 


MEDIATION  OF  CEEIST. 

73  8s,  73,  &  4. 

1  Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 

Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth: 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 

Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth; 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ,  the  newborn  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing; 

Yonder  shines  the  infant  light: 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  newborn  King. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar; 
Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations; 

Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star: 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ,  the  newborn  King. 

4  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 

In  his  temple  shall  appear: 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ,  the  newborn  King. 

5  Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 

Mercy  calls  you — break  your  chains: 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  newborn  King. 

James  Montgomery, 

58 


MEDIATION  OF  CHBIST. 

74  L.  M. 

1  How  sweetly  fiow'd  the  gospel  sound 

From  lips  of  gentleness  and  gTace, 
TVlien  list'ning  thousands  gathered  round. 
And  joy  and  gladness  filled  the  place! 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke> 

To  heaven  he  led  his  foll'wers  way: 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "Come,  wand'rers,  to  my  Father's  home; 

Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest:" 
Yes.  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

John  Bowring. 

75  8s,  7s.     D. 

1  One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend: 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 
Which  of  aJ]  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 
But  the  Saviour  died  to  have  us 

Eeconciled  in  him  to  God. 

2  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  : 
Now  above  ail  glory  raised. 

He  rejoices  in  the  same. 
O  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us.  Lord,  at  length,  to  love  ; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 

Jokn  Nsivton. 

58 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

le  L.  M. 

1  What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 

To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 

When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name? 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  life,  that  groan'd  and  died: 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Power  and  dominion  are  his  due 

Who  stood  condemn' d  at  Pilate's  bar; 
Wisdom  belongs  to  Jesus  too,  [here. 

Though  he  was  charged  with  madness 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 

Yet  he  sustained  amazing  loss; 
To  him  ascribe  eternal  mighty 

l^Tio  left  his  weakness  on  the  cross. 

5  Honor  immortal  must  be  paid, 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn; 
While  glory  shines  around  his  head. 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

6  Blessings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  our  sin,  and  curse,  and  pain: 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name. 
And  ev'ry  creature  say,  Amen! 

Isaac  IVatis. 

t7  L.  M. 

1  Behold, the  blind  their  sight  receive! 
Behold, the  dead  awake  and  live! 
The  dumb  speak  wonders!  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name! 
60 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

2  Thus  does  th*  eternal  Spirit  own, 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son; 
The  Father  %'indicates  his  canse, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

3  He  dies!  the  heavens  in  monming  stood! 
He  rises — and  appears  a  God ! 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 

4  Hence,  and  forerer,  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign. 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

Isaac  Watts. 

IS  L.  M. 

1  Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song ! 
Awake,  my  soul;  awalie,  my  tongue: 
Hos3.nna  to  th'  Eternal  Name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See,  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace: 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone, 

3  Grace!  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme: 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  ! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound; 

Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground! 

4  O  may  I  rea.ch  the  happy  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold. 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 

Isaac  Watts. 

61 


MEDIATION  or  CHRIST. 

79  L.M. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  api)ears, 
Drawn  ont  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  defrenc^  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer: 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern:  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name, 
Among  the  foU'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts. 

80  7s.  D. 

1  Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  confess, 
FoU'wers  of  thy  holiness, 
Thee  they  ever  keep  in  view, 
Ever  ask,  "What  shall  we  do?  " 
Governed  by  thy  only  will, 

All  thy  words  we  would  fulfill, 
Would  in  all  thy  footsteps  go, 
Walk  as  Jesus  walked  below, 

2  While  thou  didst  on  earth  appear, 
Servant  to  thy  serv^ants  here, 
Mindful  of  thy  place  abore, 

All  thy  life  was  prayer  and  love: 
62 


iiEDIATION  OF  CHBIST. 

Sucli  our  whole  employment  be, 
Works  of  faith  and  charity: 
Works  of  love  on  man  bestowed. 
Secret  interconrse  with  God. 

3  Early  in  the  temple  meet, 
Let  ns  still  our  Saviour  greet: 
Nightly  to  the  moimt  repair, 
Join  our  praying  Pattern  there: 
There  by  wrestling  faith  obtain 
Power  to  work  for  God  again; 
Power  his  image  to  retrieve, 
Power  like  thee,  our  Lord^  to  live. 

Charles  IVesley 


81  C.  M. 

1  Thou  art  the  Way  :  to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth:  thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life:  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm; 
And  thq^e  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life ; 

Grant  us  that  Way  to  know. 
That  Truth  to  keep,"  that  Life  to  win. 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

George  IV.  Doar.i 

63 


MEDIATION  OF  CHBIST. 

82  L.  M. 

1  O  LOVE  Di\ine!  that  stooped  to  share 

Oiir  sharpest  pang,  our  hitt'rest  tear, 
On  thee  we  cast  each  earth-bom  care, 
We  smile  at  pain,  while  thou  art  near, 

2  Though  long  the  weary  way  we  tread, 

And  sorrow  crown  each  ling 'ring  year, 

Nopath  weshun,nodarknessdread,  [near!" 

Our  hearts  still  whispering,  "Thou  aii; 

3  When  drooping  pleasure  turns  to  grief, 

And  trembling  faith  is  changed  to  fear, 

The  raurinuring  wind,  the  quivering  leaf, 

Shall  softly  tell  us,  "  Thou  art  near!  " 

4  On  thee  we  fling  our  burdening  woe, 

O  Love  Divine,  forever  dear; 
Content  to  suffer  while  we  know, 
Living  and  dj^g,  thou  art  near! 

Oliver  Wendell  Holmes. 

83  c.  M. 

1  Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  cry, 

Incarnate  Son  of  God: 
The  paths  of  our  humanity, 
Thy  fainting  footsteps  trod. 

2  Thou  Man  of  grief,  who  once  apart 

Didst  all  our  sorrows  bear— 
The  trembling  hand,  the  fainting  heart, 
The  agony,  and  prayer! 

3  Is  this  the  consecrated  dower. 

Thy  chosen  ones  obtain. 
To  know  thy  resurrection  power 
Through  fellowship  of  pain? 
64 


MEDIATIOX  OF  CHEIST. 

4  Then,  O  my  soul,  in  silence  wait; 

Faint  not,  O  faltering  feet ; 
Press  onward  to  that  blest  estate, 
In  righteousness  complete. 

5  Let  faith  transcend  the  passing  hour, 

The  transient  pain  and  strife, 
Upraised  by  an  immortal  power — 
The  power  of  endless  life. 

Elizabeth  Eunice  Marcy. 

84  CM. 

1  Dark  was  the  night,  and  cold  the  ground, 

On  which  the  Lord  was  laid; 
His  sweat,  like  drops  of  blood,  ran  down: 
In  agony  he  prayed. 

2  "  Father,  remove  this  bitter  cup, 

If  such  thy  sacred  \\dll; 
If  not,  content  to  drink  it  up, 
Thy  pleasure  I  fulfill." 

3  Go  to  the  garden,  sinner ;  see 

Those  precious  drops  that  flow? 
The  heavy  load  he  bore  for  thee; 
For  thee  he  lies  so  low. 

Tkotnas  Haweis. 

85  L.  M.  D. 

1  O  MASTER,  it  is  good  to  be 

High  on  the  mountain  here  with  thee, 
Where  stand  revealed  to  mortal  gaze 
Those  glorious  saints  of  other  days, 
Who  once  received  on  Horeb's  height 
Th'  eternal  laws  of  truth  and  right. 
Or  caught  the  still  small  whisper  higher 
Than  storm,  than  earthquake,  or  than  fire, 
5  65 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

2  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 
Entranced,  enwrapt,  alone  with  thee : 
And  watch  thy  glistering  raiment  glow 
Whiter  than  Hermon's  whitest  snow  ; 
The  human  lineaments  that  shine 
Irradiant  with  a  light  divine  ; 

Till  we  too  change  from  grace  to  grace, 
Gazing  on  that  transfigured  face. 

3  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  he 

Here  on  the  holy  mount  with  thee  : 
When  darkling  in  the  depths  of  night, 
When  dazzled  with  excess  of  light, 
We  how  before  the  heavenly  voice 
That  bids  bewildered  souls  rejoice, 
Though  love  wax  cold,  and  faith  be  dim, 
"This  is  my  Son,  O  hear  ye  him." 

Arthur  Penrhyr,  Stanley. 

86  L.  M. 

1  When  at  this  distance,  Lord,  we  trace 
The  various  glories  of  thy  face, 

What  transport  pours  o'er  all  our  breast, 
And  charms  our  cares  and  woes  to  rest! 

2  Away,  ye  dreams  of  mortal  joy ; 
Raptures  divine  my  thoughts  employ: 
I  see  the  King  of  glory  shine, 

And  feel  his  love,  fend  call  him  mine. 

3  On  Tabor  thus  his  servants  viewed 
His  luster,  when  transformed  he  stood; 
And,  bidding  earthly  scenes  farewell, 
Cried,  ' '  Lord ,  'tis  pleasant  here  to  dwell ! ' ' 

4  Yet  still  our  elevated  eyes. 
To  nobler  visions  long  to  rise; 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEI3T. 

TTiat  grand  assembly  would  -we  join, 
Tv'iiere  all  thy  saints  around  thee  shine, 

Philip  Doddridge. 

8?  lis. 

1  O  GARDEN  of  Olivet,  dear  honored  spot, 
The  fame  of  thy  \yonder  shall  ne'er  be 

forgot : 
The  tiieme  most  transpor,ting  to  seraphs 

above ; 
Tlie  triumph   of  sorrow,  Aie  triumph  of 

love ! 

2  Come,  saint?;,  and  adore  him:  come  bow 

at  his  feet!  [meet: 

O  give  hi  in  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is 
L'et  joyfnl  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  tlie  iull  chorus  that  gladdens  the 

skies. 

Maria  Dt  Fleury. 

%^  L.M. 

1  He  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies ! 

Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around; 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies ; 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  tv*"© 

For  him  who  groaned  l^eneath  your  lead: 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richest  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  rlogreef 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man! 
But  lol  what  sudden  joys  wc  seet 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  againl  ' 

07  J 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

4  The  rismg  God  forsakes  the  tomb; 

Up  to  his  Father's  courts  he  flies; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies! 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  your  great  Deiiv'rer  reigns: 
Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  heU, 
And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains! 

6  Say,  "Lire  forever,  wondrous  King! 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!" 
Thenaskthemonster,"Where'sthy  sting?" 
And,   "Where's  thy  vict'ry,    boasting 
grave?" 

"i^  Isaac  V/atts, 

89  L.  M. 

1  Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man! 

The  Man  of  griefs,  condemned  for  you! 
The  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
Weeping  to  Calvary  pursue! 

2  See  there,  his  temples  crowned  with  thorn! 

His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide! 

His  streaming  feet  transfixed  and  torn! 

The  fountain  gushing  from  his  side! 

3  Where  is  the  King  of  glory  now, 

The  ev^tlasting  Son  of  God? 
Th'  Impaortal  hangs  his  languid  brow: 
Th'  Almighty  faints  beneath  his  load ! 

4  The  earth  could  to  her  center  quake, 

Convulsed  while  her  Creator  died: 
O  let  my  inmost  nature  shake, 
And  die  with  Jesus  crucified  ! 
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MEDIATIOX  OF  CHEIST. 

5  At  thy  last  gasp  the  graves  displayed 

Their  horrors  to  the  upper  skies: 
O  that  my  soul  might  burst  the  shade, 
And,  quickened  by  thy  death,  arise  ! 

6  The  rocks  could  feel  thy  powerful  death, 

And  tremble,  and  asunder  part: 
O  rend  with  thine  expiring  breath 
The  harder  marble  of  my  heart ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

90  73  &  6s.     D. 

1  O  SACRED  Head,  now  wounded, 

With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down, 
Kow  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  thine  only  crown; 
O  sacred  Head,  what  glory. 

What  bliss  till  now  was  thine. 
Yet,  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 

2  Wliat  thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain : 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  thine  the  deadly  pain. 
Lo.  here  I  fail,  my  Sa\iour: 

'Tis  I  deserve  thy  place; 
Look  on  me  with  thy  favor, 

Yoachsafe  to  me  thy  grace. 

3  Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying, 

O  show  ihy  cross  to  me; 
And  for  my  succor  fiylng. 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free. 
These  eyes,  new  faith  recei^ing, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move; 
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MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

For  lie  who  dies  "belie'sing 
Dies  safely,  through  thy  love. 

Bernardo/  Clairvaux.     Tr.by/.  IV.  Alexander. 

91  7s,  6s.  D. 

1  Jesus  drinks  the  bitter  cup, 

The  wine-press  treads  alone ; 
Tears  the  graves  and  mountains  up 

By  his  expiring  groan : 
Lo,  the  pow'rs  of  heav'n  he  shakes; 

Nature  in  convulsion  lies ; 
Earth's  profoundest  center  quakes: 

The  King  of  glory  dies! 

2  O  my  God,  he  dies  for  me, 

1  feel  the  mortal  smart! 
See  him  hanging  on  the  tree, 

A  sight  that  breaks  my  heart! 
O  that  all  to  thee  might  turn! 

Sinners,  ye  may  love  him  too: 
Look  on  him  ye  pierced,  and  mourn 

For  one  who  bled  for  you. 

3  Weep  o'er  your  desire  and  hope 

AVith  tears  of  humblest  love! 
Sing,  for  Jesus  is  gone  up, 

And  reigns  enthroned  above! 
Lives  our  Head  to  die  no  more, 

Power  is  all  to  Jesus  given, 
Worshiped  as  he  was  before, 

Th'  immortal  King  of  heaven. 

Charles  Wesley. 

93  s.  M. 

1  Our  sins  on  Christ  were  laid ; 
He  bore  the  mighty  load  ; 
Our  ransom-price  he  fully  paid 
In  groans,  and  tears,  and  blood. 
70 


MEDIATIOX  OF  CHEIST. 

2  To  save  a  world,  he  dies: 

Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb! 
To  him  lil't  up  your  longiug  eyea; 
Seek  mercy  in  his  name. 

3  Pardon  and  peace  alx)und; 

He  will  your  sins  forgive: 
Salvation  in  his  name  is  found — 
He  bids  the  sinner  live. 

4  Jesus,  we  look  to  thee; 

Where  else  can  sinners  cro  ? 
Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  us  free 
From  wretchedness  and  woe. 

Jchn  Fa-wcett 

93  7s.  D. 

1  Bound  upon  th'  accursid  tree, 
Faint  and  bleeding,  who  is  he? 
By  the  flesh  with  scourges  torn, 
By  the  crown  of  twisted  thorn, 
By  the  side  so  deeply  pierced, 
By  the  balHed,  burning  thirst, 

By  the  drooping,  death-dewed  brow- 
Son  of  God !  'tis  thou !  'tis  thou  I 

2  Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  avrful,  who  is  he  ? 
By  the  sun  at  noonday  pale, 
Shiv'ring  rock,  and  rending  veil, 
Eden  promised,  ere  he  died, 

To  the  felon  at  his  side. 

Lord!  our  suppliant  knees  we  bow — 

Son  of  God!  'tis  thou!  'tis  thou! 

3  Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Sad  and  dying,  who  is  he  ? 

71 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

By  the  last  and  bitter  cry, 
Ghost  given  up  in  agony, 
By  the  lifeless  body  laid 
In  the  chamber  of  the  dead. 
Crucified!  Tve  kno"w  thee  now — 
Son  of  man!  'tis  thou!  'tis  thou! 

4  Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  he  ? 
By  the  spoiled  and  empty  gTave, 
By  the  souls  he  died  to  save, 
By  the  conquest  he  hath  won. 
By  the  saints  before  his  throne, 
By  the  rainbow  round  his  brow — 
Son  of  God  I  'tis  thou!  'tis  thou! 

Ue-firy  Hart  Miima.n^ 

94  C.  M. 

1  Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 

Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree  ! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans!  while  nature  shakes. 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend! 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

Z  'Tis  done !  the  precious  ransom^s  paid? 
' '  Eeceive  my  soul ! "  he  cries  : 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head! 
He  bows  his  head,  and  dies! 

4  But  soon  he'  11  break  death 's  envious  chain. 
And  in  full  glory  shine: 
O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
"Was  ever  love,  like  thine  ! 

Samml  Wesley.  Sr. 

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MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 
95  L.  M. 

1  While  in  the  agonies  of  death, 
The  Saviour  yields  his  latest  breath, 
"We,  too,  will  mount  on  Calv'ry's  height, 
And  contemplate  the  wond'rous  sight ! 

2  0  Lamb  of  Grod,  by  faith  vre  see 
How  all  our  hopes  are  fixed  on  thee: 
Thy  cross  we  see  ordained  by  Heaven 
For  man  to  look,  and  be  forgiven. 

3  By  this  thy  saints  to  glory  come ; 

By  this  they  brave  the  martyr's  doom; 
In  this  the  surest  proof  we  find 
Of  (rod's  vast  love  to  lost  mankind. 

4  O  banner  of  the  cross,  tmnirled 

To  shine  with  glory  through  the  world, 
O  may  we  ever  cleave  to  thee, 
And  thou  shalt  our  salvation  be  ! 

From  the  Latin.     'Yx.  "by  John  Chandler. 


96  L.  M.  6  1. 

1  O  LOVE  di\-ine !  what  hast  thou  done  ! 

Th'  immortal  God  hath  died  for  me ! 
The  Father's  coetemal  Son 

Bore  all  my  sins  upon  the  tree  ! 
Th'  immortal  God  for  me  hath  died : 
;My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified. 

2  Beliold  him,  all  ye  that  pass  by, 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace  1 
Come,  see,  ye  worms,  your  -Maker  die, 

And  say,  was  ever  grief  like  his? 
Come,  feel  with  me  his  blood  applied: 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified — 
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BIEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

3  la  crucified  for  me  and  you, 

To  bring  us  rebels  back  to  God: 
Believe,  believe  the  record  true. 

Ye  all  are  bought  \vith  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Pardon  for  all  flows  from  his  side ; 
Mj  Lord,  my  Love,  is  cruciiled. 

4  Then  let  us  sit  beneath  his  cross, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  stream  . 
All  things  for  him  account  but  loss. 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him  : 
Of  nothing  think  or  speak  beside. 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucihed. 

Ckarles  Wesley. 

m  L..M.6I.  . 

1  Would  Jesus  have  the  sinner  die  ? 

Why  hangs  he  then  oa  yonder  tree? 
What  means  that  strange  expiring  cry  ? 

(Sinners,  he  prays  for  you  and  me)  ; 
"Forgive  them.  Father,  O  forgive. 
They  know  not  that  by  me  they  live !" 

2  Jesus,  descended  from  above, 

Our  loss  of  Eden  to  retrieve. 
Great  God  of  universal  love. 

If  all  the  world  through  thee  may  live, 
In  us  a  quick'ning  spirit  be. 
And  witness  thou  hast  died  for  me. 

3  Thou  loving,  all-atoning  Lamb, 

Thee — by  thy  painful  agony. 
Thy  bloody  sweat,  thy  grief  and  shame, 

Thy  cross  and  passion  on  the  tree. 
Thy  precious  death  and  life — I  pray, 
Take  aU,  take  all  my  sins  away. 
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MEDIATION  OF  CKEIST. 

4  O  let  liic  kiss  thj  bleeding  feet, 

And  bathe  andVasb  them -with  my  tears*, 
The  story  of  thy  iove  repeat    . 

In  every  di"Coping  sinner's  ears; 
That  all  may  he^ir  the  quick'ning  sound : 
Since  I,  e'en  I,  ha'/e  mercy  found. 

5  O  let  thy  love  my  heart  constrain, 

Thy  love  for  every  sinner  free  ; 
That  every  fallen  son  of  man 

May  taste  the  grace  that  fonnd  ont  me ; 
That  all  mankind  with  me  may  prove 
Thy  sovereign,  everlasting  love. 

Charles  Wesley, 

98  8,  8,  7.     D. 

1  Near  the  cross  was  ]\Iary  weeping, 
There  her  mournful  station  keeping. 

Gazing  on  her  dying  Son  : 
There  in  sjteechless  anguish  groaning. 
Yearning,  trembling,  sighing,  moaning, 

Through  her  soul  the  sword  had  gone. 

2  What  he  for  his  people  sunered, 
Stripes,  and  scoffs,  and  insults  offered, 

His  fond  mother  saw  the  whole  : 
Never  from  the  scene  retiring, 
Till  he  bowed  his  head  expiring, 
And  to  God  breathed  out  his  souL 

3  But  we  have  no  need  to  borrow 
Motives  from  the  mother's  sorrow, 

At  our  Saviour's  cross  to  mourn. 
'Twas  our  sins  brought  him  from  heaven  j 
These  the  cruel  naik  had  driven  : 

All  his  griefs  for  us  were  borne. 
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MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

4  When  no  eye  its  pity  gave  ua, 
When  there  was  no  arm  to  save  us, 

He  his  love  and  j^ower  displayed  : 
By  his  stripes  he  wrought  our  healing, 
By  his  death,  our  life  revealing, 

He  for  ns  the  ransom  paid. 

5  Jesus,  may  thy  love  constrain  ns, 
That  from  sin  vre  may  refrain  us, 

In  thy  griefs  may  deeply  grieve  : 
Thee  our  hesfc  affections  giving, 
To  thy  glory  ever  living, 

May  we  in  thy  glory  Uve. 

Jacoponi  da  Todi. 
Tr.  hy  James  Waddell  Algxandzr. 

99  8,8,7.     B. 

1  From  the  cross  the  blood  is  falling, 
And  to  us  a  voice  is  calling, 

Like  a  trumpet  silver  clear : 
'Tis  the  voice  announcuig  i)ardon- — 
li  is  finisked,  is  its  burden, — 

Pardon  to  the  far  and  near. 

2  Peace  that  glorious  blood  is  sealing, 
All  our  wounds  forever  healing, 

And  removing  every  load; 
Words  of  peace  that  voice  has  spoken, 
Peace  that  shall  no  more  be  broken, 

Peace  between  mankind  and  God. 

Horatius  Bonar.. 

100  L.  M. 

1  My  Saviour,  how  shall  I  proclaim, 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt  I  owe? 
Let  all  I  have  and  all  I  am, 
Ceaseless  to  all  thy  glory  show. 
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:mediation  of  christ. 

2  Too  much  to  thee  I  cannot  give  ; 

Too  much  I  cannot  do  for  thee  : 

Let  all  thy  love,  and  all  thy  grief^ 

Grav'n  on  my  heart  forever  be ! 

3  The  meek,  the  still,  the  lowly  mind, 

O  may  I  learn  from  thee,  my  Gk)d  ; 
And  love,  with  softest  pity  joined. 
For  those  that  trample  on  thy  blood  ! 

4  Still  let  thy  tears,  thy  groans,  thy  sighs, 

O'erflow  my  eyes  and  heave  my  breast. 
Till  loose  from  flesh  and  earth  I  rise, 
And  ever  in  thy  bosom  rest. 

Paul  Gerh'ardt.     Tr.  by  John  IVesley. 

101  8s,  73. 

1  Ix  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Tow'ring  o'er  the  vrrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  "When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me ; 
Lo !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  more  luster  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure. 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

77 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

5  In  tLo  crcs3  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  vrrecks  of  time ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story  '^ 

Gathers  round  its  head  snblime. 

John  Boivrirg. 

102  L.  M. 

i  When  I  sun-ey  the  Tvondrona  crc3s 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
jMy  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  l^oast, 

Save  in  the  dea,th  of  Christ,  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet? 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Isaac  Watts, 

103  L.  M. 

1  'Tis  finished!  The  Messiah  dies, 

Cut  ofi"  for  sins,  but  not  his  own! 
Accomplished  is  the  sacrifice. 

The  great  redeeming  work  is  done. 

2  'Tis  finished!  All  the  debt  is  paid; 

Justice  divine  is  satisfied; 
The  grand  and  full  atonement  made: 
Christ  for  a  guilty  world  hath  died. 
78 


MEDIATIOX  OF  CHEIST. 

3  The  veil  is  rent  in  Christ  alone; 

The  living  way  to  heaven  is  seen; 
The  middle  vrall  is  broken  dovrn, 
And  all  mankind  may  enter  in. 

4  The  types  and  figures  are  fulfilled; 

Exacted  is  the  legal  pain; 
The  precious  promises  are  sealed: 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  is  slain. 

5  Death,  hell,  and  sin,  are  now  subdued 

All  graee  is  novr  to  sinners  given; 
And  lo!  I  plead  th'  atoning  Ijlood, 
And  in  thy  right  I  claim  thy  heaven, 

Charles  Wesley. 

104  7s. 

1  When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When,  in  ecstasy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
In  the  too  transporting  light, 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face. 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay. 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away  ; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me. 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary 

James  Montgomery, 

79 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

105  7S. 

1  Sons  of  God,  triumphant  rise, 
Shout  th'  accomplished  sacrifice! 
Shout  your  sins  in  Christ  forgiven, 
Sons  of  Grcd,  and  heirs  of  heaven! 

2  Ye  that  round  our  altars  throng, 
List'ning  angels,  join  the  song: 
Sing  with  us,  ye  heavenly  po^vers, 
Pardon,  grace,  and  glory,  ours  ! 

3  Love's  mysterious  vrork  is  done: 
Greet  Tve  noTV  th'  atoning  Son: 
Healed  and  quickened  by  his  blood, 
Joined  to  Christ,  and  one  Trith  God. 

4  Kim  by  faith  we  taste  below. 
Mightier  joys  ordained  to  know, 
When  his  utmost  grace  we  prove. 
Else  to  heaven  by  perfect  love. 

CJiarles  Wesley. 

106  7s.  6  1. 

1  EocK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myseli"  in  thee ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  thy  wounded  side  which  flow'd, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring. 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cliag. 

80 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

3  While  I  diRvr  this  fleeting  breath, 
"^Tien  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death. 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  nnknowii, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Kock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
JjQt  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

Augitsijcs  Montagne  Toplady. 

107  c.  M. 

i  Tkehe  is  a  fountain  filled  ^th  hlood, 
Dravm  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood. 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  poorer, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 
When  this  ftoorHsping,  stamm'riag  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  gi-ave. 

IVilliam  Ca-wper. 

108  s.  M. 

1  Called  from  above,  I  rise. 
And  wash  away  my  sin  : 
6  81 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

Tlie  streajn  to  which  my  spirit  flies 
Can  make  the  foulest  clean.. 

2  It  runs  divinely  clear, 

A  fountain  deep  and  -wide : 
'Twas  opened  by  the  soldier's  spear 
In  my  Eedeemer's  side! 

Charles  Weal:^_i'. 

109  B.  M. 

1  Not  all  the  Mood  of  beasts> 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peac€., 
Or  wash  away  the  stain, 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb^ 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacriiice  of  nobler  name 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine^ 
V/hile  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

Isacu:  WalSs, 

no  L.  M. 

i  'Tis  midnight ;  and  on  Olive's  brow 
The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone : 
'Tis  midnight ;  in  the  garden,  now, 
The  sufi^ring  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight ;  and  from  all  removed, 

The  Sa-vaour  wrestles  lone  with  fears: 
E'en  that  disciple  whom  he  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  teais. 

3  'Tis  midnight ;  and  for  others'  guilt 

The  Man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood  : 

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MEDIATIOX  OF  CHRIST. 

Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight ;  and  from  ether-plains 
Is  home  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  slTaius 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 

William  Bingham  Tappan. 

111  L.  M. 

1  By  faith  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 

Opened  for  all  mankind  and  me, 
To  purge  my  sins  of  deepest  dye, 
My  life  and  heart's  impurity. 

2  From  Christ,  the  smitten  Eock,  it  flows  : 

The  purple  and  the  crystal  stream 
Pardon  and  holiness  bestows ; 
And  both  I  gain  through  faith  in  him. 

Charles  Wesley. 

112  L.  M. 

1  O  THOU  whose  off" ring  on  the  tree 

The  legal  oli  "rings  all  foreshowed, 
Borrowed  their  whole  effect  from  thee, 
And  drew  their  virtue  from  thy  blood : 

2  The  blood  of  goats  and  bullocks  slain 

Could  never  for  one  sin  atone  : 
To  purge  the  guilty  offerer's  stain. 
Thine  was  the  work,  and  thine  alone. 

3  Vain  in  themselves  their  duties  were, 

Their  ser^ices  could  never  please, 
Till  joined  Ts-ith  thine,  and  made  to  share 
The  merits  of  thy  righteousness. 

4  Forward  they  cast  a  faithful  look 

On  thy  approaching  sacrifice; 
83 


MEDIATION  OP  CHEIST. 

And  thence  their  x)leasing  savor  took, 
And  rose  accepted  in  the  skies. 

5  Those  feeble  types  and  shadows  old 

Are  all  in  thee,  the  Trath,  fuinUed: 
"We  in  thy  sacrifice  behold 

The  substance  of  those  rites  revealed. 

6  Tliy  meiitorions  snff'rings  past, 

We  see,  by  faith,  to  ns  brought  back ; 
And  on  thy  grand  oblation  cast, 
Its  saving  benefits  partake. 

Charles  Wesley. 

113  8s,  7s  ^c  4. 

1  Hap.k  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ; 
See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder. 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky  ; 

'•  It  is  finished  !  " 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2"  It  is  finished!"  O  what  pleasure 
Do  these  precious  words  aiford ! 
Heavenly  blessings,  vvithout  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord  : 

"  It  is  finished!" 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs ; 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  ; 

Hallelujah! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

Jonathan  Evans, 

84 


MEDIATI0I7  OF  C  HEIST. 

114  C.  M. 

1  Ye  hnmble  souls,  that  seek  the  Lord, 

Chase  all  your  fears  a-vvay  ; 
Aud  bow  with  ple-osure  down  to  see 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

2  Thus  low  the  Lord  of  life  was  brought ; 

Such  wonders  love  can  do  : 
Thus  cold  in  death  that  bosom  lay, 
Which  throbbed  and  bled  for  you. 

3  But  raise  your  eyes,  and  tune  your  songs; 

The  Saviour  lives  again  : 
Not  all  the  bolts  and  bars  of  death 
The  Gonqu'ror  could  detain. 

4  High  o'er  th'  angelic  bands  he  rears 

His  once  dishonored  head  ; 
And  through  unnumbered  years  he  reigns, 
Who  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

5  With  joy  Kke  his  shall  every  saint 

His  empty  tomb  survey  ; 
Then  rise  vnfh.  his  ascending  Lord, 
Through  ail  his  shining  way. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

115  C.  M. 

1  The  Sun  of  righteousness  appears, 

To  set  in  blood  no  more: 
Adore  the  Scatt'rer  of  your  fears, 
Your  rising  Sun  adore. 

2  The  saints,  when  he  resigned  his  breath, 

Unclosed  their  sleeping  eyes  : 
He  breaks  again  the  bands  of  death, 
Again  the  dead  arise 
86 


:mediation  of  cheist. 

3  Alone  the  dreadful  race  he  ran, 

Alone  the  \rme-i)ress  trod: 
He  dies  and  suffers  as  a  man, 
He  rises  as  a  God. 

4  In  vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 

Forbid  an  early  rise 
To  him  who  breaks  the  gates  of  hell. 
And  opens  paradise. 

Sajnuel  Wesley,  Jr. 

116  s.  x\r. 

i"THE  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed:" 
He  lives  to  die  no  more  : 
He  lives  the  sinner's  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 

2  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed : " 

Then  hell  has  lost  his  prey  ; 
With  him  has  risen  the  ransomed  seed. 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 

3  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed :  " 

Attending  angels  hear — 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  -with  speed. 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

4  Then  wake  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord  ; 
Join,  all  ye  bright,  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 

Thomas  Kelly. 

117  8s,  7s,  4. 

1  Co:\iE,  ye  saints,  look  here  and  wonder ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  : 
He  has  burst  his  bauds  asunder  ; 
He  has  borne  our  sins  away  ; 

Joyful  tidings ! 
Yes,  the  Lord  has  risen  to-day. 
86 


MEDIATION  OF  C*HEIST. 

■2  Jesus  triumphs!  sing  ve  praises; 
By  his  death  he  overcame : 
Thus  the  Lord  his  glory  raises, 
Thus  he  fills  his  foes  with  shame : 

Sing  ye  praises! 
Praises  to  the  Victor's  name. 

..  Jesus  triumphs!  countless  ie.gions 

Come  from  heaven  to  meet  their  Kingl 
Soon,  in  yonder  blessed  regions, 
They  shall  join  his  praise  to  sing  : 

Songs  eternal 
Shall  tiiroiigh  heaven's  high  arches  ring. 

^  Thontas  Kelly ^ 

118  L.  M. 

1  I  Kxow  that  my  Kedeemer  lives : 
^Tiat  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives! 
He  lives,  he  lives,  vrho  once  was  dead  ; 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  Head  I 

'2  He  lives,  to  bless  me  with  his  love  3 
He  Hves,  txj  plead  for  me  above  ; 
He  lives,  my  hungry  soul  to  feed ; 
He  lives,  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

3  He  li^es,  and  grants  me  daily  breath  ', 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death  ; 
He  lives,  my  mansion  to  prepare  ; 
He  lives,  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

4  He  lives,  aU  glory  "to  liis  name  ; 

He  lives,  my  Saviour,  still  the  same  : 
"What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives, 
I  know  that  my  Eedeemer  lives  I 

Samtisl  Medley. 

87 


MEDIA«CIOX  OF  CHSIST. 

119  L.  M. 

1  Ye  faithful  sonls,  who  Jesns  know, 

K  risen  indeed  \dth  him  ye  are, 
Superior  to  the  joys  below, 

His  resuiTection's  power  declare. 

2  Your  faith  "by  holy  tempeiB  prove. 

By  actions  show  your  sins  forgiven! 
And  seek  the  glorious  things  ahove, 
AndibllowChrjst,  your  Head,  to  heaven. 

3  There  your  exalted  Saviour  see, 

Seated  at  God's  right-hand  again^ 
In  all  his  Father's  majesty, 
In  everlasting  pomp,  to  reign. 

4  To  him  continually  aspire. 

Contending  for  your  native  place  ; 
And  emulate  the  angel-choir, 
And  only  live  to  love  and  praise. 

5  For  who  by  faith  your  Lord  receive. 

Ye  nothing  seek  or  want  beside  : 

Dead  to  the  world  and  sin  ye  live  ; 

Your  creature-love  is  crucified. 

6  Your  real  life,  with  Christ  concealed^ 

Deep  in  the  Father's  bosom  lies  ; 
And,  glorious  as  your  Head  revealed, 
Ye  soon  shall  meet  him  iti  the  skies. 

Charles  Wesley, 

120  L.  M. 

1  Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  highy 
Ten  thousand  angels  filled  the  sky  ; 
Those  heav'niy  guards  around  thee  wait. 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 


MEDIATIOX  OF  CHEIST. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 

jSIore  glorious,  vrlien  the  Lord  vras  there  : 
TThile  he  pronounced  his  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  Tvith  awe. 

0  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  fjowers  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captives  made, 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives,  led. 

4  Eaised  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  the  promised  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men. 
That  God  might  dwell  on  eanh  again. 

Isaac  IVaits. 

121  L.  M. 

1  Ous  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead ; 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high! 
The  povN-ers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits. 

And  angels  chant  the  solenm  lay  : 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way : 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene  : 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right — 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory?     T\Tio? 

The  Lord  that  all  oar  foes  o'ercame. 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthiew; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqu'rors  name. 
89 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

5  Lo!  his  trimnplial  chariot  waits, 

And  augels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  V7ay. 

6  Vv  ho  is  tlie  King  of  glory  ?     Who.? 

The  Lord,  of  glorious  power  possessed ; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all  forever  blessed. 

Charles  Wesley. 

122  c.  M. 

1  Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 

Our  great  High  Priest  above  ; 
And  celebrate  his  constant  care, 
And  sympathetic  love. 

2  Though  raised  to  a  superior  throne, 

Where  angels  bow  around. 
And  high  o'er  all  the  shining  train 
With  matchless  honors  crowned, 

3  The  names  of  all  his  saints  he  bears, 

Deep  graven  on  his  heart ; 

Nor  shall  the  meanest  Christian  say 
That  he  hath  lost  his  pa^rt. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide, 

Our  everlasting  trust. 
When  gems,  and  monuments,  and  crowns. 
Are  moldered  down  to  dust. 

5  So,  gracious  Saviour,  on  my  breast 

JSIay  thy  dear  name  be  worn, 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard. 
To  endless  ages  borne. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

90 


MEDIATIOX  OF  CHEI3T. 

12-3  c.  M. 

1  With  joy  xre  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High  Priest  above  : 

His  heart  is  rr^ide  of  teudemess, 

His  bowels  melt  vdth  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  Tvithin, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  : 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean. 
For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 

Poured  out  strong  cries  and  tears  ; 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame : 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Kor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power  : 
W^e  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

Isaac  Watis, 


124  L.  M.     6  1. 

1  O  THor  eternal  A^ictim,  slain, 

A  sacrifice  for  guilty  man, 

By  the  eternal  Spirit  made 

An  offering  in  the  sinner's  stead. 

Our  everlasting  Priest  art  thou. 

And  plead'st  thy  death  for  sinners  now. 
91 


lilEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

2  Thy  ofif'ring  still  continues  new ; 
Thy  vesture  keeps  its  bloody  hue  ; 
Thou  staud'st  the  ever-slaughtered  Lamb; 
Thy  priesthood  still  remains  the  same  : 
Thy  years,  O  God,  can  n^ver  fail ; 

Thy  goodness  is  unchangeable. 

3  O  that  our  faith  may  never  move> 
But  stand  unshaken  as  thy  love : 
Sure  evidence  of  things  unseen, 
Now  let  it  pass  the  years  between, 
And  view  thee  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
M.J  God,  who  dies  lor  me,  for  me  ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

125  L.  M.     6  1. 

1  Before  the  throne  my  Saviour  stands, 

My  Friend  and  Advocate  appears : 
My  name  is  graven  on  his  hands. 

And  him  the  Father  always  hears ; 
While  low  at  Jesus'  cross  I  bow, 
He  hears  the  blood  of  sprinkling  now. 

2  This  instant  now  I  may  receive 

The  answer  of  his  powerful  x)rayer : 
This  instant  now  by  him  I  live, 

His  prevalence  vrith  God  declare ; 
And  soon  my  spirit,  in  his  hands, 
Shall  stand  where  my  Forerunner  stands. 


Charles  West 


ey. 


126  7s. 

i  Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise, 
Ravished  froca  our  wishful  eyes ! 
Christ,  a'^vhile  to  mortals  given, 
Re-ascends  his  native  heaven. 
92 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

2  There  the  pompous  trinmph  waits : 
"Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates : 

Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  : 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in! " 

3  Circled  round  Avith  angel  powers, 
Their  triumphant  Lord  and  ours, 
Conqu'ror  over  death  and  sin — 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in! 

4  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives. 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves ; 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own. 

5  See,  he  lifts  his  hands  ahove! 
See,  he  shows  the  prints  of  love! 
Hark,  his  gracious  lips  bestow 
Blessings  on  his  Church  below. 

Charles   Weslev. 


137  7s. 

1  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day! 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say  : 
Eaise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high! 
Sing,  ye  heavens — thou  earth,  reply, 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done — 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  : 
Lo!  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 

Lo!  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal- 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell : 
Death  in  vain  forl^ids  his  rise : 
Christ  hath  opened  paradise. 

93 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King! 
"Where,  O  death!  is  now  thy  sting?" 

Once  lie  died  our  souls  to  save: 
"Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave?" 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led 
Foil' wing  our  exalted  Head : 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise — 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

Charles  V/esley, 

128  7s. 

1  Eaeth,  rejoice,  our  Lord  is  King! 
Sons  of  men,  his  praises  sing ; 
Sing  ye  in  triumphant  strains, 
Jesus  our  Messiah  reigns! 

2  Angels  and  archangels  join, 
All  triumphantly  combine; 
All  in  Jesus'  praise  agree. 
Carrying  on  his  victory. 

3  Though  the  sons  of  night  blaspheme, 
More  there  are  vith  us  than  them  : 
God  with  us,  we  cannot  fear — 
Fear,  ye  fiends,  for  Christ  is  here! 

4  Lo!  to  faith's  enlightened  sight 

All  the  mountain  flames  with  light : 
Hell  is  nigh,  but  God  is  nigher. 
Circling  us  with  hosts  of  fire. 

Charles  Wesley. 

129  8s,  7s.     D. 

1  Hail,  thou  once  despis'fed  Jesus  ! 
Hail,  thou  Galilean  King  ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us  ; 
Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
94 


MEDIATIOX  OF  CHEIST. 

Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 
Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 

By  thy  merits  we  find  favor  : 
Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed. 

All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid  ; 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Tliou  hast  full  atonement  made  : 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Through  the  ^-irtue  of  thy  ])lood  ; 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven  ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

3  Jesus,  hail!  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide! 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side  : 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare  ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  "Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  recei^'e  : 
Loudest  praises,  vrithout  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  : 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  : 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits  ; 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

yc/tn  Bakewell. 


l^O  C.  M. 

1  What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone 
Around  thy  steps  below  ! 
95 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

What  x)atient  love  was  seen  in  all 
Thy  life  and  death  of  woe ! 

2  Fof,  ever  on  thy  burdened  heart 

A  weight  of  sorrow  hung  : 
Yet  no  ungentle,  murm'ring  word 
Escaped  thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile, 

Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove ; 
Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  O  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  thee, 

Like  thee,  O  Lord,  to  grieve 

Far  more  for  others'  sins  than  all 

The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

5  One  with  thyself,  may  every  eye 

In  us,  thy  brethren,  see 
The  gentleness  and  grace  that  spring 
From  union,  Lord,  with  thee. 

Edrvard  Denny. 

131  C.  M. 

1  The  head  that  once  was  cro-^-ned  witli 

Is  crowned  with  glory  now,    [thorns 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 
The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 

Is  his  by  sovereign  right; 
The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
He  reigns  in  glory  bright; 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above. 

The  joy  of  all  below, 
To  whom  he  manifests  his  love, 
And  grants  his  name  to  know. 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

4  To  them,  the  cross,  -with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace  is  given  ; 
Their  name,  an  eyerlasting  nam'e — 
Their  joy,  the  joy  of  heaven. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  him  above  ; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy  to  know 
The  myst'ry  of  his  love. 

6  To  them  the  cross  is  life  and  health, 

Though  shame  and  death  to  him  ; 
His  people's  hope,  his  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

Thomas  Kelly. 

133  c.  M. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall  : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race — 

A  remnant  weak  and  small — 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall : 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crovsm  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball. 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
7  97 


SrEDIATIOX  OF  CHEIST. 

5  O  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  Ms  feet  may  fall! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all, 

Edward  Perronet. 

133  c.  M. 

1  How  great  the  wisdom,  power,  and  grace 

Which  in  redemption  shine! 
The  heavenly  host  with  joy  confess 
The  work  is  all  Divine. 

2  Before  his  feet  they  cast  their  crowns — 

Those  cro^vns  which  Jesus  gave — 
And,  with  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues, 
Proclaim  his  power  to  save. 

3  They  tell  the  triumphs  of  his  cross, 

The  suff' rings  which  he  hore — 
How  low  he  stooped,  how  high  he  rose, 
And  rose  to  stoop  no  more. 

4  O  let  them  still  their  voices  raise, 

And  still  their  songs  renew  : 
Salvation  well  deserv^es  the  praise 
Of  men  and  angels  too! 

Eer.jamin  BeddoTne, 

134  H.  M. 

1  Rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King ! 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore  ; 
Morta^ls,  give  thanks,  and  sing. 

And  triumph  evermore : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Eejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice, 

2  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns, 

The  Q^^K  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  he  had  purged  our  stains, 
98 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

He  took  Ms  seat  above : 
Lift  Tip  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  eartn  and  heaven  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Sejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right-hand 

TiJI  aU  his  foes  submit. 
And  bow  to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Sejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
Yfe  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice  ; 
The  trump  of  Gk)d  shall  sound,  Rejoice! 

Charles   V/'esley. 

135  lOs,  lis.     Pec. 

1  Ziox,  the  marvelous  story  be  telling, 

The  Son  of  the  highest,  how  lowly  his 
birth ! 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns 
upon  earth. 

Cho. — Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King  I 
99 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

2  Tellhowhecometli;  from  nation  to  nation, 

The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth 

echo  round : 

How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation, 

His  people   with  joy   everlasting   are 

croAvned ! 

Cho. — Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing ; 

Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King ! 

3  IMortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bring- 

ing, ^  [arise ; 

And"  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna 

Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing  ; 

One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth 

and  the  skies. 

Cho. — Shout  theglad  tidings,  exultingly  sing ; 

Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King ! 

William  Au£^istus  Mtchlenberg. 

136  8s,  7s,  4. 

1  Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious : 

See  tbe  Man  of  sorrows  now  ; 

From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 

Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow : 

Crown  him,  crown  him  ; 
Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels,  crown  him  j 

Eich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings ; 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 
While  the  vault  of  heaven  rings : 

Crown  him,  crown  him  : 
Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings. 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  him. 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim ; 
Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  him, 
Own  his  title,  praise  his  name : 
100 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

Crown  him,  crown  him ; 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame. 

4  Hark,  those  "bursts  of  acclamation ! 

Hark,  those  loud  triumphant  chords ! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  : 
O  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 
Crown  him,  crown  him. 
King  of  king-s,  and  Lord  of  lords. 

Thotnas  Kelly. 

137  8s,  7s.     D. 

1  Haek,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above! 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heav'n  rejoices  ; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  ; 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne  ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
HaUelujah,  Amen. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  gloiy  brightens 

All  above,  and  gives  it  worth  ; 
Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens. 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth ; 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord,  we  otsti  it  love  di\ine, 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Amen. 

3  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing  : 

Bring,  O  bring  the  glorious  day. 
"When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ; 
Then  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing, 
*' Glory,  glor}^  to  our  King  ! '' 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Amea. 

Thomas  Kelly. 

101 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

138  L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Eedeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  : 

His  ioviug-kiiidness,  O  how  free  ! 

2  He  Siiw  me  ruined  by  the  fall, 

Yet  loved  me,  not^thstanding  all ; 
ile  saved  lue  from  my  lost  estate  : 
His  loving-kindnesS,  b  how  great! 

3  Though  uumerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes. 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose. 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along  : 

His  lo\'ing-kindiiess,  O  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouTile,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud. 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  : 
His  ia%ing-knidiiess,  O  how  good  ! 

Santusl  MfdUy. 


139  c.  p.  M. 

1  O  COULD  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
O  cx>uid  I  sound  the  gloiies  forth, 

Which  in  my  Sa\iour  shine  I 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  %ie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

",  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
^Ij  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin,  and  wi'ath  divine  : 
I'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness. 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 
My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 
102 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

3  I'd  sing  the  cliara<3t€rs  he  bears, 
And  ail  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songtj  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  dav  will  come 
"When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face ; 
Then  ^vith  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  s^send. 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

Samuel  Medley. 

140  83,  7s.     D. 

1  ^^IiQHTY  God,  while  angels  bless  thee, 

May  a  mortal  lisp  thy  name? 
Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels, 

Thou  art  every  creature's  theme. 
Lord  of  every  land  and  nation. 

Ancient  of  eternal  days. 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 

Be  thy  just  and  lawful  jpiaise, 

2  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature — 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought — 
For  created  works  of  jwwer, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought ; 
For  thy  providence  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  dumaiiL 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow  ; 

EiessM  lie  thy  gentle  reign. 

3  But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption. 

Dark  through  brightness  all  along! 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression : 
WTio  dare  sing  that  a^vful  song  ? 
103 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

Briglitness  of  the  Father's  glory, 
Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  lie  ? 

Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 

4  Did  archangels  sing  thy  coming? 

Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays  ? 
Shame  would  cover  me,  ungrateful, 

Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise. 
From  the  highest  throne  in  glory, 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe — 
All  to  ransom  guilty  captives — 

Flow,  my  praise,  forever  flow  ! 

Robert  Robinson. 

141  H.  M. 

i  Let  earth  and  heaven  agree, 
Angels  and  men  be  joined, 
To  celebrate  with  me 

The  Saviour  of  mankind  ; 
T'  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name. 

2  Jesus!  transi>orting  sound! 

The  joy  of  earth  and  heaven : 
No  other  help  is  found. 

No  other  name  is  given. 
By  which  we  can  salvation  have  ; 
But  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save. 

3  O  unexampled  love ! 

O  all-redeeming  grace ! 
How  swiftly  didst  thou  move 

To  save  a  fallen  race ! 
What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  hast  done? 
104 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

4  O  for  a  trnmpet  voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call  I 
To  "bid  their  hearts  rejoice 

In  hiior  who  died  for  all ! 
For  all  my  Lord  was  crucified  ; 

For  all,  for  all  my  Sa\aour  died, 

Charles  Wesley. 

143  C.  M. 

1  Behold  wherein  a  mortal  form 

Appears  each  grace  divine  ! 
The  virtnes,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  di\iiie  employ. 

3  Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  his  friends 

A  fiiend  and  servant  found  : 
He  washed  their  feet,  he  wiped  their  tears. 
And  healed  each  bleeding  wound. 

4  Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood  : 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life  : 
He  labored  for  their  good. 

5  In  the  last  hours  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne. 
With  soul  resigned,  he  bowed,  and  said, 
"Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !  " 

6  Be  Christ  our  Pattern  and  our  Guide ! 

His  image  may  we  bear ! 

O  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 

His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 

V/i!iIani  Enfield. 

105 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

143  c.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

Vrith  angels  round  the  throne  : 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus  : 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
For  he  was  slahi  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 

To  bless  tlie  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  }Vaii£. 

144  c.  M. 

1  My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 

When  I  begin  thy  praise. 
Where  will  the  grovring  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust ; 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
Send  down  thy  gi-ace,  O  blessed  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

3  ily  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Oi  the  celestial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  the  Lord  my  God. 
106 


MEDIATION  OF  CHSI3T. 

4  Awake  !  awake  !  my  tuneful  powera  : 
"With  this  delightful  song, 
I'll  eutertarn  the  darkest  hours, 
Xor  think  the  season  long. 

haac  IVatis. 

145  c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 

That  radiant  form  of  thine  ; 
The  veil  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 
Thy  blessed  face  and  mine. 

2  I  see  thee  not,  I  hear  thee  not, 

Yet  art  thou  oft  with  me  ; 
And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot 
As  where  I  meet  with  thee. 

3  Like    some    bright    dream    that    a:!m83 

unsougiit 
"When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll, 
Thine  image  ever  fills  my  thought, 
And  charms  my  ravished  soul. 

4  Yet  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 

Must  rest  in  faith  alone, 
I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord,  and  will. 
Unseen,  but  not  unknoTNTi. 

5  YThen  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal, 

And  still  this  throbbing  heart, 
The  rending  veil  shall  thee  reveal, 
All-glorious  as  thou  art. 

Ray  Palmer. 

146  C.  M. 

1  O  JEsrs.  Light  of  all  below, 
Thou  Fount  of  living  lire. 
Surpassing  ail  the  joys  we  knoWj 
And  all  we  can  desii'e  ! 
107 


MEDIATION  OE  CHRIST. 

2  When  once  tliou  visitest  the  heart, 

Then  truth  begins  to  shine, 
Then  earthly  vanities  depart, 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

3  O  Jesus,  Sa\iour,  hear  the  sighs 

Which  unto  thee  we  send  ; 

To  thee  our  inmost  spirit  cries, 

To  thee  our  prayers  ascend. 

4  Abide  with  us,  and  let  thy  light 

Shine,  Lord,  on  every  heart  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  of  our  night. 
And  joy  to  all  impart. 

5  O  Jesus,  King  of  earth  and  heaven, 

Our  Life  and  Joy  !  to  thee 
Be  honor,  thanks,  and  blessing  given 
Through  all  eternity  ! 

Bernard  of  Clairvatix .     Tr.  by  E.  CaswalL 

147  c.  M. 

1  Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

Amidst  his  Father's  throne, 

Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 

And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  Church  adore  around  ; 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweetest  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise  : 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

4  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  : 
108 


MiSDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
Forever,  on  thy  head. 

5  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  -with  blood, 
Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free  ; 
Hast  made  ns  kings  and  priests  to  God  ; 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

Isaac  Waits. 

148  8s,  7s.     D. 

1  LoED,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  thee 

For  the  bliss  thy  love  bestows ; 
For  the  pard'ning  grace  that  saves  rae. 

And  the  peace  that  irorn  it  flows ; 
Help,  O  God,  my  weak  endeavor ; 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise  ; 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 

Can  my  soul  be  warmed  to  praise. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 

Wretched  wand'rer,  far  astray  ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away  ; 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling. 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-bom  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 

Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express  : 
Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling. 

Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless  ; 
Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise  ; 
And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praiiie. 

Francis  Scoti  Key. 

109 


MEDIyiTION  OF  CHRIST. 

149  78. 

1  Now  begin  the  heavenly  tiieme ; 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  ; 

Ye  vrbo  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Canceled  by  redeeming  love. 


Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest 
NotJiing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

4  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring ; 
Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  string ; 
Mortals,  join  the  host  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

John  Lang/ord. 

150  n.  M. 

i  Shall  hymns  of  grateful  love 

Through  heaven's  high  arches  ring. 
And  all  the  hosts  above 

Their  songs  of  triumph  sing  ; 
And  shall  not  we  take  up  the  strain. 
And  send  the  echo  back  again  ? 

2  Shall  they  adore  the  Lord, 

Who  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
And  all  the  love  record 

That  led  them  home  to  God  ; 
And  shall  not  we  take  up  the  strain, 
And  send  the  echo  back  again' 
110 


MEDIATIOX  OF  CHRIST. 

3  O  spread  the  joyful  sonnd, 
The  Sa^ionr's  love  proclaim. 
And  publish  all  arourid 

Salvation  through  his  name  ; 
Till  all  the  -^orld  take  up  the  strain, 
And  send  the  echo  back  again. 

Jantcs  J.  CummzKS. 

151  C.  M. 

1  My  God  !  1  love  thee,  not  because 

I  hope  for  heaven  thereby  ; 
Nor  yet  because,  if  I  love  not, 
I  must  forever  die  ; 

2  Xot  for  the  sake  of  gaining  aught, 

Not  seeking  a  reward , 
But  as  thyself  hast  loved  me, 
O  ever-loving  Lord. 

3  Thou,  O  my  Saviour,  thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  cross  embrace, 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear 
And  manifold  disgrace, 

4  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless. 

And  sweat  of  agony. 
E'en  death  itself— and  all  for  me, 
"Wiio  vras  thine  enemy. 

5  Then  vrhy,  since  thou  first  lovedst  me. 

Should  I  not  love  thee  vrell. 
E'en  though  I  had  not  heaven  to  vrin 
Or  to  escape  from  hell  ? 

6  So  will  I  love  thee;  dearest  Lord, 

And  in  thy  praise  will  sing. 
Because  thou  art  my  Saviour  Gk»d, ' 
And  my  eternal  King. 

Francis  Xavier.     Tr.  by  Edward  Caswall. 
Ill 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

152  c.  M, 

1  Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee 

With  sweetness  fills  the  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  thj^  face  to  see, 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind ! 

3  O  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  Joy  of  all  the  meek, 
To  those  who  ask,  how  kind  thou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find?  Ah,  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show : 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is. 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  thou, 

As  thou  our  prize  wilt  be ; 
In  thee  be  all  our  glory  now. 
And  through  eternity. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux.     Tr.  by  Edward  Casivall. 

153  c.  M. 

1  Ho"SV  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'  'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 
112 


MEDIATION  OF  CHHIST. 

3  Dear  Name,  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 
My  never-failing  treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 

]My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
'Accei)t  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Eefresh  my  soul  in  death. 

John  Ne~a.<ton. 

154  C.  M. 

1  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned^ 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erfiow. 

2  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief ; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross. 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

3  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 

He  brings  my  wearj^  feet ; 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 
8  113 


MEDIATIOX  OF  CKBIST. 

4  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  he  thine. 

Samuel  StennetL 

155  c.  M. 

1  Pluxged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  vrretched  sinners  lay, 
Yf  ithout  one  cheering  beam  of  hope. 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  "With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief : 
He  saw,  and  (O  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Do'jvn  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  tlie  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break  ! 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  note^; 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told  ! 

Isaac  Watts. 

156  c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  I  love  thy  channing  name, 
'Tis  music  to  my  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud. 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 
114 


MEDIATION  OE  CHBIST. 

2  Yes,  thon  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Xor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Ivor  friendship  hall"  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  nohlest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

6  I'll  speak  tlie  honors  of  thy  name 
With  my  last,  lab' ring  breath  ; 
Then  speechless  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms. 
The  antidote  of  death. 

I^hzVij!-  Daddridge. 

157  KM. 

1  Jesus,  tbou  joy  of  loving  hearts. 

Thou  Fount  of  life,  thou  Light  of  men, 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth^'imparts, 


2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood  ; 

Thou  sa  vest  those  that  on  thee  call ; 
To  them  that  seek  thee,  thou  art  good : 
To  thera  that  find  thee,  all  in  ail. 

3  We  taste  thee,  O  thou  Living  Bread, 

And  long  to  feast  upon  thee  still ; 
We  drink  of  thee,  the  Fountain-head. 
And  tliirst  our  souls  from  thee  to  £11. 
115 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEI9T. 

4  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  thee, 

Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast  : 
Glad,  ^vhen  thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,  when  our  faith  can  hold  tJiee  fast . 

5  O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay  ; 

]Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away, 
Shed  o'er  the  world  thy  holy  light. 

Bp.rna.rd of  Clah-vaujc.     Tr.  by  Ray  Palmer 


158  L.  M.     6L 

1  Thou  hidden  Source  of  ealm  repose^ 

Thou  all-sufficient  Love  divine. 
My  Help  and  Refuge  from  my  foes. 

Secure  I  am  if  thou  art  mine. 
And  lo!  from  sin,  and  g^rief,  and  shamo^ 
I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  thy  name. 

2  Thy  mighty  name  salvation  is, 

And  keeps  my  happy  soul  above : 
Comfort  it  brings,  and  pawer,  and  peace. 

And  joy,  and  everlasting  love  : 
To  me,  with  thy  great  name,  are  given 
Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  my  All  in  all  thou  art ; 

'^jsl.j  rest  in  toil ;  my  ease  in  pain  ; 
The  med'cine  of  my  broken  heai-t ; 

In  war,  my  peace  ;  in  loss,  my  gain  ; 
■My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant^s  frown  ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown  ■ 

4  In  want,  my  plentiful  supply  ; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power  ; 
In  ]x)nds,  my  perfect  liberty  ; 
116 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

My  light  in  Satan's  darkest  lio-ur; 
In  grief,   my  joy  mispeakalile  : 
My  life  in  death — my  All  in  all. 

Charles  Wesley. 

159  s.  M. 

1  Redeeme]!  of  mankind, 

Who  on  thy  name  rely, 
A  constant  intercourse  we  find 
Opened  'twixt  earth  and  sky. 

2  Mercy,  and  grace,  and  peace. 

Descend  throngh  thee  alone  ; 
And  thon  dost  all  our  services 
Present  before  the  throne, 

3  On  ns  thy  Father's  love 

Is  for  thy  sake  bestowed  : 

Thon  art  our  Advocate  ^bove, 

Thou  art  our  way  to  God  : 

4  Our  way  to  God  we  trace, 

And  through  thy  name  forgiven, 
From  step  to  step,  from  gi-ace  to  grace. 
On  thee  we  climb  to  heaven. 

Charles  Weshy. 

160  s.  M. 

1  ilY  Saviour  and  my  King, 

Thy  beauties  are  di\iue  ; 
Thy  lips  Tvith  blessings  overflow, 
And  every  giace  is  thine. 

2  !!:s'ow  make  thy  glories  known. 

Gird  on  thy  dreadfnl  svv-ord. 
And  ride  in  majesiy,  to  sisread 
The  conquests  of  thy  word. 
117 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

3  Strike  througli  thy  stnbtorn  foes, 

Or  melt  their  lieai-ts  t'  obey  ; 
While  justice,  meekness,  grace,  and  trutii, 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right. 

Thy  throne  shall  ever  stand  ; 
And  thy  victorious  gospel  proves 
A  scepter  in  thy  hand. 

5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath,  vrithout  measure,  shed 
His  Spirit,  like  a  joyful  oil, 
T'  anoint  thy  sacred  head. 

Isaac  Watis. 

lOi  S.  M. 

1  Gkace  r  'tis  a  charming  sound  f 

Harmonious  to  my  ear  1 
Heaven  ^th  the  echo  shall  resormd. 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  th«  way 

To  save  rebellious  mxm  ; 
And  all  the  steps  tliai  grace  display 
WTiich  djew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  wand'ring  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  • 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days  : 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone. 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Philip  Doddrii^e., 
118 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

lOS  S.  M. 

1  To  God,  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  tlie  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  brmg. 

2  Ee  will  present  our  souls, 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  di\lnely  great. 

3  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne  ; 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 

And  make  his  wonders  known. 


Wisdom  with  power  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 

Isaac  Watts. 

163  83,  7s,  &  4. 

1  Lo !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ! 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train ! 

Hallelujah ! 
God  appeai-s  on  earth  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Eobed  in  dreadful  majesty  : 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 
119 


MEDIATION  OF  CHRIST. 

3  Yea,  Amen!  let  all  adore  thee, 
High  on  thy  eternal  throne! 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  oatq  ! 

Jah!  Jehovah! 
Everlasting  God,  come  down! 

Charles  Wes2ey, 

164  L.  M. 

1  Natuee  with  open  volume  stands 

To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad ; 
And  every  labor  of  his  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man 

His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines  : 
Here,  on  the  cross,  'tis  fairest  drawn 
In  precious  blood  and  crimson  lines. 

3  O  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  God.  the  Saviour,  loved  and  died  ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

Fromhisdear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

4  I  would  forever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worshi])  at  his  Father's  throne. 

Isaac  Watis^ 

t^^  L.  M. 

i  Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring 

I  could  forever  think  and  sing  : 

Arise,  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve  ; 

Arise,  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive. 

120 


MEDIATION  OF  CHEIST. 

2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo,  'lis  given  ! 
Ask,  and  lie  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  : 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins  he  blushed  in  blood, 
He  closed  his  eyes  to  show  us  G  od : 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan ! 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

5  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly  ; 

I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry  : 

Ah  !  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 

Ah !  who  that  loves  can  love  enough  ? 

Bernard  of  Clairziaux. 
Tr.  by  Anthony  Wilhelm  Boekm. 

166  L.  M. 

i  Now  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know 
The  wonders  of  his  djdng  love. 
Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 

And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  'Twas  he  who  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 

And  washed  us  in  his  richest  blood  : 
'Tis  he  who  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 

To  Jesus,  our  superior  King. 
Be  everlasting  jwwer  confessed — 
Let  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

Isaac  Watts. 

121 


SECTION  III. 


OFFICES  OP  THE  HOLT  GHOST. 


161'  L.  M.  61. 

1  Creator,  Spirit,  by  whose  aid 

The  world's  foundatious  first  were  laid, 
Come,  visit  ev'ry  waiting  mind. 
Come,  pour  thy  joys  on  human  kind  : 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  thy  temples  worthy  thee. 

2  O  Source  of  uncreated  heat, 

The  Father's  promised  Paraclete  ! 
Thrice  holy  Fount,  immortal  Fire, 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire  : 
Come,  and  thy  sacred  unction  bring. 
To  sanctify  us  while  we  sing. 

3  Plenteous  of  grace,  descend  from  high, 
Eich  in  thy  sevenfold  energy  ! 

Thou  strength  of  His  almighty  hand 
Whose  power   does   heaven    and    earth 

command, 
Refine  and  purge  our  earthly  parts. 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  our  hearts. 

Rabajius  Maurus.     Tr.  by  John  Dryden. 

168  L.  M- 

1  Jesus,  we  on  the  words  depend, 

Spoken  by  thee  while  present  hero. 
"The  Father  in  my  name  shall  send 
The  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter." 
122 


THE  HOLY  GHOST. 

"2  That  promise  made  to  Adam's  race, 
Now,  Lord,  in  us,  e'en  us,  fuUili ; 
And  give  the  Spirit  of  thy  grace 
To  teach  us  ail  thy  perfect  Trill, 

3  That  heavenly  Teacher  of  mankind, 

That  Guide  infallible,  impart, 
To  bring  thy  sa^iiigs  to  our  mind, 
And  write  them  on  our  faithfol  heart. 

4  That  peace  of  God,  that  peace  of  thine. 

O  might  he  now  to  us  bring  in. 
And  fill  our  souls  with  power  divine, 
And  make  an  end  of  fear  and  sin  ! 

CJiarles  Wesley. 

169  L.  M. 

1  LoED,  we  believe  to  us  and  ours 

The  apostolic  promise  given  ; 
We  wait  the  pentecostal  powers, 

The  Holy  Ghost  sent  down  from  heaven. 

2  Ah  !  leave  us  not  to  mourn  below, 

Or  long  for  thy  return  to  pine  : 
Xow,  Lord,  the  Comforter  bestow, 
And  fix  in  us  the  Guest  di'dne. 

3  Assembled  here  with  one  accord, 

Calmly  we  wait  the  promised  grace, 
The  purchase  of  our  dying  Lord  : 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  fill  the  place. 

Charles  Wesley, 

170  8s  &  6s. 

1  Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky: 
Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 
Sends  down  his  Snirit  ixom  on  hie-h, 
123 


OFFICES  OP 

According  to  his  Trord : 
All  liail  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
The  coming  of  the  Holy  Ghost! 

2  The  Spirit,  by  his  heavenly  breath, 

New  lii'e  creates  within  ; 
He  quickens  sinners  from  the  death 

Of  trespasses  and  sin  : 
All  hail  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
The  comhig  of  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 

And  shows  them  unto  men  ; 
The  fallen  soul  his  temple  makes ; 

God's  image  stamps  again  : 
All  hail  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
The  coming  of  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 

With  thy  celestial  fire  ; 
Come,  and  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love 

Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire  : 
Be  this  our  day  of  Pentecost, 
The  coming  of  the  Holj  Ghost ! 

Thomas  CotterzlL 


171  C.  M. 

i  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire; 

Let  us  thine  influence  jjrove  ; 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire. 

Fountain  of  life  and  love. 

2  Come,  Holy  Ghost — for,  moved  by  thee. 
The  prophets  wrote  and  six>ke — 
Unlock  the  truth,  thyself  the  key  : 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 
124 


THE  HOLY   GHOST. 

3  Expand  thy  Tvings,  celestial  Dove, 

Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night ; 
On  our  disordered  spirits  move, 
And  let  there  now  be  light. 

4  Grod.  through  himself,  TTB  then  shall  kno^-. 

If  thou  within  us  shine  : 
And  sound,  with  all  tliy  saints  below, 
The  depths  of  love  Divine. 

CJiarles  Wesley. 

112  C.  M. 

1  Spistt  Di^-ine  attend  our  prayer. 

And  make  our  hearts  thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power  : 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come. 

2  Come  as  the  light :  to  us  reveal 

Our  sinfulness  and  woe  ; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 
Where  all  the  righteous  go. 

3  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts, 

Like  sacrificial  flame  : 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  otfering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 

4  Come  as  the  wind,  with  rushing  sound, 

With  Pentecostal  grace ; 
And  make  the  great  salvation  known 
Wide  as  the  human  race. 

5  Come  as  the  dove,  and  spread  thy  wings, 

Tlie  wings  of  peaceful  love  ; 
And  let  thy  Church  on  earth  become 
Blest  as  thy  Church  above. 

Andre-w  Reed. 

125 


OFFICES  OF 

173  C.  M. 

1  The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word. 

And  brings  the  Irnth  to  sight : 
Precepts  and  promises  afford, 
A  sanctif;^'ing  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sa-cred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 
It  gives — bnt  Ijorrows  none. 

3  The  Hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
"With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

lVillia>n  Cozv/'er. 

174  S.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  faith,  come  down, 

Reveal  the  things  of  God  : 
And  make  to  us  the  God-head  known, 
And  witness  with  the  blood : 

2  'Tis  thine  the  blood  t'  apply. 

And  give  us  eyes  to  see, 
Who  did  for  &vevj  sinner  die 
Hath  surely  died  for  me.      ^ 

No  man  can  truly  say 

That  Jesus  is  the  Lord, 
Unless  thou  take  the  veil  away, 

And  breathe  the  living  word. 
126 


l-HE  HOLY  GHOST. 

4  Then,  only  then,  we  feel 
Onr  int'rest  in  his  blood. 
And  cry.  vdth  joy  unspeakable, 
* '  Thou  art  my  Lord,  my  Grod ! " 


o  O  that  the  Tvorld  might  knoTv 
The  all -atoning  Lamb  ! 
Spirit  of  faith,  descend,  and  show 
The  virtue  of  his  name. 

6  The  grace  vrhieh  all  may  find, 

The  saving  poAver.  impart ; 
And  testify  to  all  mankind, 
And  speak  in  every  heart. 

7  Inspire  the  living  faith, 

Which  whosoe'er  receives, 
The  vritness  in  himself  he  hath. 
And  consciously  believes ; 


8  The  faith  that  conquers  all. 

And  doth  the  mountain  move, 
And  s?.ves  vrhoe'er  on  Jesus  callj 
And  perfects  them  in  love. 

Charles  IVesl: 


175  L.  p.  M. 

i  Come.  Holy  Ghost,  all  quick 'ning  fire, 
Come,  and  my  hallowed  ]ieart  inspire, 

Sprinkled  with  the  atoning  blood  ; 
Now  to  my  soul  thyself  reveal, 
Thy  mighty  working  let  me  feel. 
And  know  that  I  am  bora  of  God. 
127 


OFFICES  OF 

2  Humble,  and  teachable,  and  mild, 
O  may  I,  as  a  little  child. 

My  lowly  Master's  steps  pursue ! 
Be  anger  to  my  soul  unknown  ; 
Hate,  envy,  jealousy,  be  gone  : 

In  love  create  thou  all  things  new. 

8  Let  earth  no  more  my  heart  divide  ; 
With  Christ  may  I  be  crucified  ; 

To  thee  with  my  whole  heart  aspire: 
Dead  to  the  world  and  all  its  toys, 
Its  idle  pomp,  and  fading  joys, 

Be  thou  alone  my  one  desire ! 

4  My  will  be  swallowed  up  in  thee  ! 
Light  in  thy  light  still  may  I  see, 
Beholding  thee  with  open  face : 
Called  the  full  power  of  faith  to  prove, 
Let  all  my  hallowed  heart  be  love, 
And  all  my  spotless  life  be  praise. 

CJiarles  Wesl^ 

176  s.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

With  energy  divine, 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  O  melt  this  frozen  heart ; 

This  stubborn  will  subdue  ; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew  ! 

3  The  profit  ^11  be  mine. 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise ; 
And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

Benjamin  Beddome. 

128 


THE   HOLY   GHOST. 

17^7  S.  M. 

1  O  COME,  and  dwell  in  me, 

Spirit  of  power  within  ! 
And  bring  the  glorious  liberty 
From  sorrow,  fear,  and  sin. 

2  This  inward,'  dire  disease, 

Spirit  of  health,  remoTe, 
Spirit  of  finished  holiness, 
Spirit  of  perfect  love. 

3  Hasten  the  joyfal  day 

Yv''hich  shall  my  sins  consume, 
"^Tien  old  things  shall  be  done  away, 
And  all  things  new  ])ecome. 

4  I  want  the  witness.  Lord, 

That  all  I  do  is  right, 
According  to  thy  will  and  word, 
"Well-pleasing  in  thy  sight. 

5  I  ask  no  higher  state  ; 

Indulge  me  but  in  this ; 
And  soon  or  later  then  translate 
To  my  eternal  bliss. 

Charles  Wesley, 

178  C.  M. 

1  Come.  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

Yvith  all  thy  quick' ning  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  earthly  toys  ; 
Our  souls  how  heavily  they  go 

To  reach  eternal  joys ! 
9  129 


OFFICES  OF 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  langmsh  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  And  shall  vre  then  forever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick 'ning  powers  ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

Isaac  Watts. 

1T9  c.  M. 

1  Celestial  Dove,  come  from  above, 

And  guide  me  in  thy  ways  : 
My  heart  prepare  for  solemn  prayer, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  praise. 

2  Open  mine  eyes,  and  make  me  wise, 

My  int'rest  to  discern  : 
From  ev'ry  sin,  vdthout,  within, 
Incline  my  heart  to  turn. 

3  Fly  to  my  aid,  when  I'm  afraid, 

Or  plunged  in  deep  distress ; 
My  foes  subdue,  and  bring  me  through 
This  howling  wilderness. 

Benjamin  Beddome. 

180  L.  M. 

1  Father,  if  justly  still  we  claim 
To  us  and  ours  the  promise  made, 
To  us  be  graciously  the  same. 

And  crown  with  living  fire  our  head.. 
130 


THE  HOLY  GHC3T. 

2  Our  claim  admit,  and  from  above 

Of  holiness  the  Spirit  shoTver, 
Of  wise  discernment,  humble  love. 
And  zeal,  and  unity,  and  j)ower! 

3  The  Spirit  of  comincing  speech, 

Of  power  demonstrative,  impart ; 

Such  as  may  every  conscience  reach, 

And  sound  the  unbelieving  heart. 

4  The  Spirit  of  refining  fire, 

Searching  the  inmost  of  the  mind, 
To  purge  all  fierce  and  foul  desire, 
And  kindle  life  more  pure  and  kind. 

5  The  Spirit  breathe  of  inward  life, 

"Which  in  our  hearts  thy  laws  may  write; 
Then  grief  expires,  and  pain,  and  strife; 
'Tis  nature  all — and  all  deliglit. 

Henry  More. 

181  L.  M. 

1  On  all  the  earth  thy  Spirit  shower, 

The  earth  in  righteousness  renew ; 
Thy  kingdom  come,  and  hell's  o'erpower. 
And  to  thy  scepter  all  subdue. 

2  Like  mighty  winds  or  torrents  fierce, 

Let  it  opposers  all  o'errun ; 
And  every  law  of  sin  reverse, 
That  faith  and  love  may  make  all  one. 

3  Yea,  let  it,  Lord,  in  every  place 

Ite  richest  energj^  declare  ; 
While  lovely  tempers,  fruits  of  grace. 
The  kingdom  of  thy  Christ  prepare 
131 


OFFICES  OF 

4  Grant  this,  O  holy  God  and  true  ! 

The  ancient  seers  thou  didst  inspire ; 
To  us  perform  the  promise  due — 
Descend,  and  crown  us  now  with  fire. 

Henry  More. 

182      *  6,  4. 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love, 
Shed  on  us  from  above 

Thine  own  bright  ray  : 
Divinely  good  thou  art ; 
Thy  sacred  gifts  impart, 
To  gladden  each  sad  heart : 

O  come  to-day ! 

2  Come,  tenderest  Friend,  and  best, 
Our  most  delightful  Guest, 

With  soothing  power : 
Rest,  which  the  weary  know, 
Shade,  mid  the  noontide  glow. 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  o'erflow, 

Cheer  us,  this  hour ! 

3  Come,  all  the  faithful  bless ; 
Let  all  who  Christ  confess 

His  praise  employ  : 
Give  virtue's  rich  reward  ; 
Victorious  death  accord. 
And,  with  our  glorious  Lord, 

Eternal  joy ! 

From  the  Latin.     Tr.  by  Ray  Pahner. 

183  c.  M. 

1  Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days? 
Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace. 
132 


THE  HOLY  GHOST. 

2  Dost  thon  not  d-well  in  all  thy  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Kedeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart. 
That  I  am'  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  : 
Z>Iay  thy  blest  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Safely  convey  me  home  ! 

Isaac  Waits. 

184  C.  M. 

1  SovEEEiGX  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Allow  my  humble  claim  ; 
Nor,  while  a  worm  would  raise  its  head, 
Disdain  a  Father's  name. 

2  "My  Father.  God !  "  how  sweet  the  soimd! 

How  tender  and  how  dear  ! 
Not  all  the  melody  of  heaven 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 

3  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 

On  my  expanding  heart  : 
And  show  that  in  Jehovah's  grac« 
I  share  a  filial  part. 

4  Cheered  by  a  signal  so  di^ijie. 

Unwav'ring  I  believe  : 
Thouknow'stI  "Abba.  Father."  cry; 
Nor  can  the  sign  deceive. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

133 


OFFICES  OF 

185  c.  M. 

1  GSEAT  Spirit,  by  whose  miglity  power 
All  creatures  live  and  move, 
On  us  thy  benediction  sliow'r ; 
Inspire  our  souls  with  love. 

S  Hail,  Source  of  light !  arise  and  shine  ; 

Darkness  and  doubt  dispel ; 
Give  peace  and  joy,  for  we  are  thine ; 
In  us  forever  dwell. 

3  From  death  to  life  our  spirits  raise, 

And  full  redemption  bring ; 
New  tongues  impart  to  speak  the  praise 
Of  Christ,  our  God  and  King. 

4  Thine  inward  witneas  bear,  unknown 

To  all  the  world  beside  ; 
Exulting  then  we  feel  and  ovfn 
Our  Saviour  glorified. 

Thomas  Haivsis, 


186  8s,  7s.    D. 

1  Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness ; 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  nature's  night ; 
Come,  thou  Source  of  joy  and  gladness, 

Breathe  thy  life,  and  spread  thy  light. 
From  the  height  which  knows  no  measure. 

As  a  gracious  shower  descend, 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 

Man  can  wish,  or  God  can  send. 

2  Aulhor  of  the  new  creation, 

Come  with  unction  and  with  pov/er; 
Make  our  hearts  thy  habitation; 
On  our  souls  thy  graces  shower, 
134 


THE  HOLY  GHOST. 

Hear,  O  hear  our  supplication, 
Blessed  Spirit,  God  of  peace! 

Rest  upon  this  cougregation, 
With  the  fullness  of  thy  grace. 

Paul  Gerkardt.     Tr.  by/.  C.JacoM. 

187  7s. 

1  Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  di-dne, 
Cleanse  tliis  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  cc»utrol, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  Y,ith  joy  didne, 
Clieer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart. 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne,     . 
Keign  supreme — and  reign  alone, 

Andrew  Reed. 

188  s.  M. 

1  LoKD  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 

In  this  accepted  hour. 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  thy  power  ! 

2  "We  meet  -svith  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 
135 


OFFICES  OF 

3  Like  mighty  rushiiig  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind. 
One  soul,  one  feeling,  breathe. 

4  The  young,  the  old ,  inspire 

"With  wisdom  from  above; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fixe 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

6  Spirit  of  light,  explore, 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  luster  shining  more  and  more 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

6  Spirit  of  truth,  be  thou 

In  life  and  death  our  guide  : 
O  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 
May  we  be  sanctified  ! 

Jatnes  Montgomery. 


189  C.  M. 

1  Come.  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire  ; 

This  one  great  gift  impart — 
What  most  I  need,  and  most  desire^ 
A  humble,  holy  heart. 

2  Bear  vntness  I  am  born  again, 

My  many  sins  forgiven  ; 
Nor  let  a  gloomy  doubt  remain 
To  cloud  my  hope  of  heaven. 

3  More  of  myself  grant  I  may  know, 

From  sin's  deceit  be  free; 
In  all  the  Christian  graces  grow, 
And  live  alone  to  thee. 

Asahel  Neitleion, 

136 


THE  HOLY  GHOST. 

190  7s.     D. 

1  Holy  Spirit,  faithful  Guide, 
Ever  near  the  Christian's  side, 
Gently  lead  us  by  the  hand, 
Pilgrims  in  a  desert  land  ; 
"Weaiy  souls  fore'er  rejoice. 

While  they  hear  that  sweetest  voice, 
Whisp- ring  softly,  "  Wand'rer,  come  f 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home." 

2  Ever  present,  truest  Friend, 
Ever  near  thine  aid  to  lend, 
Leave  us  not  to  doubt  and  fear, 
Groping  on  in  darkness  drear. 
"VlTien  the  storms  are  raging  sore. 
Hearts  grow  faint,  and  hopes  give  o'er — 
"Whisper  softly,  "Wand'rer,  come! 
Follow  me, I'll  guide  thee  home.  " 

3  Wlien  our  days  of  toil  shall  cease. 
Waiting  still  for  sweet  release. 
Nothing  left  but  heaven  and  prayer, 
Trusting  that  our  names  are  there  ; 
Wading  deep  the  dismal  tiood. 
Pleading  naught  but  Jesus'  blood — • 
Whisper  softly,  "  Wand'rer.  come! 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home." 

Marcus  M.   V/ells. 

191  L.  M. 

i  0  Spikit  of  the  liA-ing  God  ! 

In  all  the  fullness  of  thy  grace, 
Y\^here'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 
2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word  : 
Give  x)Ower  and  unction  from  above, 
Whene'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 
137 


THE  HOIiY  GHOST. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  liglit ; 

Confusion,  order,  in  thy  path  ; 
Souls  without  strength,  inspire  vvith  might, 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath  ! 

4  Baptize  the  nations  !  far  and  nigh 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  him  Lord. 

5  God  from  eternity  hath  willed 

All  flesh  shall  his  salvation  see  : 
So  be  the  Father's  love  fulfilled,      [thee  ! 
The  Saviour's  suft" 'rings  crowned  thro' 

James  Montgotnery. 

192  L.  M. 

1  Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit !  stay ! 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite ; 
Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away. 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Tliough  I  have  steeled  my  stubhom  heart, 

And  still  shook  off  my  guilty  fears ; 
And  vexed,  and  urged  thee  to  depart, 
For  many  long  rebellious  years : 

3  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousandtimes  thy  goodness  grieved; 

4  Yet  O  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest : 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 
T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest, 

5  This  only  woe  I  deprecate  ; 

This  only  plague  I  pray  remove  ; 
Nor  leave  me  in  my  lost  estate  ; 

Nor  curse  me  with  this  want  of  love. 

Ckarles  Wesley. 

138 


SECTION  IV. 


fnstitutlons  of  Chrlstianitv. 


1,    THEOHUEGH. 


193  H.  M. 

1  OXE  sole  baptismal  sign, 

One  Lord  below,  above, 
One  faith,  one  hope  divine ; 

One  only  watchword,  love; 
From  diif'rent  temi^les  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascend  eth  to  the  skies. 

2  Onr  Sacrifice  is  one  ; 

One  Priest  before  the  throiie, 
The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 

Redeemer,  Lord  alone ; 
Thou  who  didst  raise  him  from  the  dead. 
Unite  thy  people  in  their  Head. 

3  Head  of  thy  Church  beneath. 

The  catholic,  the  true, 
On  all  her  members  breathe. 

Her  unity  renew ; 
Then  shall  thy  perfect  will  be  done 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 

George  Robinson, 

139 


INSTITUTIONS. 

194  S.  M. 

1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  Church  our  biess'd  Redeemer  bonght 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  O  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Bear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  If  e'er  to  bless  her  sons 

My  voice  or  hands  deny, 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  fcrsSike, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

4  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare,  or  her  woe, 
Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  every  grief  o'erflow. 

5  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given. 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

6  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways. 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows. 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

Timothy  Dwigkt. 

195  8s,  7s,  &  4. 

1  Ziox  stands  by  hills  surrounded, 
Zion  kept  by  power  Di  viae  ; 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combiae. 

Happy  Zion ! 
What  a  favored  lot  is  thine ! 
140 


THE  CHUECH. 

2  Even-  human  tie  may  perish  : 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove  , 
Mothers  cease  their  ovra  to  cherish  ; 
Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove  ; 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee  ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight : 

God  is  with  thee, 
God  thine  everlasting  light. 

Thomas  Kelly. 

196  c.  M. 

i  The  Lord  of  Glory  is  my  light, 
And  my  salvation  too  : 
God  is  my  strength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires — 

O  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  Gk)d  ! 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests. 

And  see  thy  beaut>^  still ; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  "When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide  : 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

Isaac  yy<zit:. 

141 


INSTITUTIONS. 

197  C.  M. 

1  How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  frienda  devoutly  say, 
' '  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 

And  keep  the  solemn  day ! " 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road ! 

The  Church,  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  Grod, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Sou  of  David  holds  his  throne 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints  ; 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Di\ide3  the  sinners  from  the  saints,. 
We  tremble,  and  rejoice ! 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place. 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ! 
"With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains ; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There '^Grod,  my  SaAiour,  reigns. 

Isaac  Watts, 

198  c.  M. 

1  Blest  are  the  souls  who  hear  and  know 
The  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  paths  they  go, 
And  light  their  steps  surround. 
142 


THE  CEXTiCH. 

2  Their  joy  vshall  bear  their  spirits  up. 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope ; 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defense. 

Strength  and  salvation  gives  : 
Israel,  thy  King  forever  reigns, 
Thy  God  forever  lives. 

Isaac  Waits, 

199  L.  M. 

1  God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 
Ere  -we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  burled 

Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world — 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear, 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar — 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide  ; 
"While  every  nation,  every  shore, 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide-. 

4  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 
liife,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
And  wat'ring  our  di"\T.ne  al:?ode, 

5  That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  word, 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls  : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford. 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

Isaac  IVatts. 
.  143 


INSTITUTIONS. 

200  L.  M. 

1  The  pra,ise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

My  God  ;  and  praise  becomes  thy  house; 
There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou,  whose  mercy  bends  the  sides, 

To  save  when  humble  sinners  pray, 
All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes. 
And  grateful  isles  of  every  sea. 

3  Blest  is  the  man  whom  thou  shalt  choose, 

And  give  him  kind  access  to  thee — 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  house, 
To  taste  thy  love  divinely  free. 

4  Soon  shall  the  flocking  nations  run 

To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  : 
The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 

Shall  see  the  Saviour's  name  adored. 

Isaac  H'atts. 


201  L.  M. 

1  GsEAT  God  !  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  spring-s  : 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
"Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace. 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day  : 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

144 


THE   CHUECH. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  Grod  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  mth  glory  too; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

Isaac  Walls 

203  L.  M. 

1  God,  in  his  earthly  temple,  lays 
Foundations  for  his  heavenly  praise : 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well. 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dweU. 

2  His  mercy  visits  every  house 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows, 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  newborn  or  nourished  there. 

Isaac  Watts. 

203  L.  M. 

1  How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair. 

O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  strong  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  Blest  are  the  saints  that  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  of  majesty  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above. 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

3  Blest  are  the  souls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  : 
Here  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays. 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise 

10  145 


INSTITUTIOXS. 

4  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  "vray  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  strength,  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  Gai. 

5  Cheerful  they  walk  vnih  groTvicg  streagtb ., 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length, 
Till  all  hefore  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  -worship  there. 

Isaac  Waifs^. 

204  7s  Si  es.  p. 

1  Great  is  our  redeeming  Lord, 

In  pow'r,  and  truth,  and  grace ; 
Him.  by  highest  heay'n  p.dored. 

His  church  on  earth  doth  praise : 
In  the  city  of  our  God, 

In  his  holy  mount  below. 
Publish,  spread  his  name  abroad!. 

And  all  his  greatness  show. 

2  Sion's  Grod  is  all  our  own. 

Who  on  his  love  rely  ; 
We  his  pard'ning  loTe  have  known. 

And  live  to  Chiis^b,  and  die : 
To  the  New  Jerusalem 

He  our  faithful  guide  shall  be  ; 
Him  we  claim,  and  rest  in  him, 

Through  all  eternity. 

Ouirles  IVesliy, 
205  S.  M. 

1  Far  as  thy  name  is  known, 

The  world  declares  thy  praise  : 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 
145 


THE   CHURCH. 

2  I.-et  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
Compass  and  view  the  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well — 

3  The  order  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows — 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

4  How  decent  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

5  The  God  we  worship  now 

Y/ill  guide  us  till  we  die — 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below. 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

Isaac  Watts. 

206  8S&7S.     D. 

1  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God; 
He,  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode  : 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
"With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  ail  thy  foes. 

2  See  !  the  streams  of  living  waters. 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  our  thirst  t'  assuage? 
Grace  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 
147 


INSTITUTIONS. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hov'ring, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  coy 'ring — 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near  : 
Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Ziou,  city  of  our  God  ; 
He,  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

John  Ne-wton, 

207  L.  M. 

1  O  MIGHT  my  lot  be  cast  with  these. 
The  least  of  Jesus'  witnesses  : 

O  that  my  Lord  would  count  me  meet 
To  wash  his  dear  disciples'  feet ! 

2  This  only  thing  do  I  require  : 

Thou  loiow'st  'tis  all  my  heart's  desire 
Freely  what  I  receive  to  give, 
The  servant  of  thy  Church  to  live  ; 

3  After  m.y  lowly  Lord  to  go, 
And  wait  upon  thy  saints  below  ; 
Enjoy  the  grace  to  angels  given. 
And  serve  the  roj'^al  heirs  of  heaven. 

4  Lord,  if  I  now  thy  drayrings  feel, 
And  ask  according  tq  thy  will, 
Confirm  the  prayer,  the  seal  impart, 
And  speak  the  answer  to  my  heart. 

Charles  Wesley. 

208  s.  M. 

1  Jesus,  the  Couqu'ror,  reigns, 
In  glorious  strength  arrayed; 
His  kingdom  over  all  maiutaii^ 
And  Ijids  the  earth  be  glad  1 

148 


*  THS  CHUBCH. 

2  Ye  sons  of  men,  rejoice 

In  Jesns'  mighty  love  : 
Lift  up  your  lieart,  lift  up  yonr  voice, 
To  Him.  "who  rules  above. 

3  Estol  his  kingly  power  ; 

Kiss  the  oxaited  Son, 
Who  died,  and  lives  to  die  no  more, 
High  on  his  Father's  throne  : 

4  Our  Advocate  vrith  God, 

He  undei-takes  our  cause, 
And  spreads  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  \-ict'ry  of  Ms  cross. 

5  That  bloody  banner  see. 

And.  in  your  Captain's  sight, 
Fight  the  good  fight  of  faith  with  me. 
My  feiiow-soldiers,  fight. 

6  In  mighty  phalanx  joined, 

To  battle  all  proceed  ; 
Armed  with  th'  unconquerable  mind 
Which  was  in  Christ  your  Head. 

Charles  Wesley. 

309  ,  s.  M. 

1  Hask,  how  the  watchmen  cry  ! 

Attend  the  trumpet's  sound  ! 
Stand  to  your  arms,  the  foe  is  nigh, 
The  powers  of  hell  surround. 

2  Who  bow  to  Christ's  command. 

Your  arms  and  hearts  prepare  ; 
The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand ! 
Go  forth  to  glorious  war ! 
149 


INSTITUTIONS. 

3  See,  on  tlie  mountaiu  top, 

The  staudard  of  your  God  ! 
In  Jesus'  name  I  lift  it  up, 
All  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 

4  His  standard-bearer,  I 

To  a.ll  the  nations  call : 
Let  all  to  Jesus'  cross  draw  nigh ; 
He  bore  the  cross  for  all. 

5  Go  up  with  Christ  your  Head  ; 

Your  Captain's  footsteps  see  ; 
Follow  your  Captain,  and  be  led 
To  certain  victory. 

6  All  power  to  him  is  given  ; 

He  ever  reigns  the  same  : 
Salvation,  happiness,  and  heaven, 
Are  ail  in  Jesus'  name. 

Charles  Wesley. 

210  s.  M. 

1  Angels  your  march  oppose. 

Who  still  in  strength  excel. 
Your  secret,  sworn,  eternal  foes, 
Countless,  invisible : 

2  From  thrones  of  glory  driven, 

By  flaming  vengeance  hurled^ 
They  throng  the  air,  and  darken  heaveiij 
And  rule  this  lower  world. 

S  But  shall  believers  fear? 
But  shall  believers  fly  ? 
Or  see  tlie  bloody  cross  appear, 
And  all  their  powers  defy  ? 

4  By  all  hell's  host  withstood, 
We  all  hell's  host  o'erthrow ; 
150 


THE   CHUSCH, 

And,  conqu'iiug  them  thro^  Jesus'  blood. 
We  on  to  conquer  go, 

5  Our  Captain  leads  us  on  ; 

He  beckons  from  tlie  skies, 

And  reaches  out  a  starry  crown. 

And  bids  us  take  the  prize : 

6  "Be  faithful  unto  death ; 

Partake  my  vi<itoiy ; 
And  thou  shalt  wear  this  glorious  wreatli^ 
And  thou  shalt  reign  with  me. ' ' 

Charles   Wesley. 

211  S.  M. 

1  Urge  on  your  rapid  course, 
Ye  blood-l^esprinkled  bands : 
The  heavenly  kingdom  suflers  force ; 
'Tis  seized  by  violent  hands. 

S  See  there  the  starry  crown 

That  glitters  through  the  skies ! 
Satan,  the  world,  and  sin,  tread  down^ 
And  take  the  glorious  prize  ! 

3  Through  much  distress  and  pain, 

Through  many  a  conflict  here, 
Through  blood,  ye  must  the  entrance  gain; 
Yet  O  disdain  to  fear. 

4  "Courage]"  your  Captain  cries, 

(Who  all  your  toil  foreknew;) 
"Toil  ye  shall  have  ;  yet  all  despise  ; 
I  have  o'ercome  for  you." 

5  The  world  cannot  withstand 

Its  ancient  Conqueror : 
The  world  must  sink  beneath  the  hand 
Which  arms  us  for  the  war. 
151 


INSTITUTIONS. 

6  This  is  the  victory — 

Before  our  faith  they  fall ; 
Jesus  hath  died  for  you  and  me  ; 
Believe,  and  conquer  all ! 

Chatrles  Wesley. 

312  P.  M. 

1  Daughter  of  Zion,  avs'ake  from  thy  sad- 

ness! 
Avrake  !  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee 

no  more ! 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star 

of  gladness, 
Arise !  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is 

o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes,  hut  the  arm  that 

.    subdued  them, 

And  scatter' d  their  legions,  was  might- 
ier far ; 
They  fled  like  chaff  from  the  scourge  that 
puisued  them ; 

How  vain  were  their  steeds  and  their 
chariots  of  war ! 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath 

saved  thee, 

Extoll'd  with  the  hai-p  and  the  timbrel 
should  be  ; 
Shout  1  for  tlie  foe  is  destroyed  that   en- 
slaved thee; 

Th'  oppressor  is  vauquish'd,  and  Zion 
Is  free. 

Author  ZTnknoivn. 

213  L.  M. 

1  Aeim  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  ! 

Thine  own  immortal  strength  put  on ! 
152 


THE  CHUECH. 

With  terror  clothed,  hell's  kmgdom  shake, 
And  cast  thy  foes  with  fury  down. 

2  As  in  the  ancient  days,  appear  ; 

The  sacred  annals  speak  thy  fame  ; 
Be  now  omnipotently  near. 
To  endless  ages  still  the  same. 

3  By  death  and  hell  jDursued  in  vain, 

"^To  thee  the  ransomed  seed  shall  come  ; 
Shouting,  their  heavenly  Sion  gain, 
And   pass   through  death  triumphant 
home. 

4  The  pain  of  life  shall  then  be  o'er, 

The  anguish  and  distracting  care  ; 
There  sighing  grief  shall  weejj  no  more, 
And  sin  shall  never  enter  there. 

5  "^here  pure,  essential  joy  is  found, 

The  Lord's  redeemed  their  heads  shall 
raise. 
With  everla.sting  gladne.ss  crowned, 
And  filled  with  love,  and  lost  in  praise. 

Charles  IVesley. 

214  L.  M. 

1  Awake,  Jerusalem,  awake ! 

Xo  longer  in  thy  sins  lie  down  ; 
The  garment  of  salvation  take. 

Thy  beauty  and  thy  sti'ength  put  on. 

2  Shake  off  the  dust  that  blinds  thy  sight, 

And  hides  the  promise  from  thine  eyes  ; 
Arise,  and  struggle  into  light, 
The  great  Deliv'rer  calls.  Arise  ! 

3  Shake  off  the  bands  of  sad  despair  ; 

Sion,  as.sert  thy  liberty  : 
Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 
And  God  shall  set  the  captive  free. 
153 


INSTITUTIONS. 

Ve^els  of  mercy,  sons  of  grace, 
Be  purged  from  every  sinful  stain, 

Be  like  your  Lord,  his  word  embrace, 
Nor  bear  his  hallowed  name  in  vain» 

The  Lord  shall  in  your  front  appear, 
And  lead  the  pompous  triumph  on  ; 

His  glory  sliall  bring  up  the  rear, 
And  perfect  what  his  grace  begun. 

Charles  Wesley. 


2.    TEE  MINISTSY. 


215  L.  M. 

1  "Go  preach  my  gospel,"  srdth  the  Lord  : 

"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive  ; 
He  shall  be  saved  who  trusts  ni}^  word ; 
He  shall  be  damned  who  won't  believe. 

2  "I'll  make  your  great  commission  known  : 

And  5'e  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done. 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3 ' '  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands  ; 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend. ' ' 

4  He  spake —  and  light  shone  round  his  head ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode  ; 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

Isaac  Watts. 

154 


THE  MINISTRY. 

216  L.  M. 

1  CoMFOiiT,  re  ministers  of  grace, 

Comfort  the  people  of  your  Lord : 
O  lift  ye  np  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  gospel  vrord. 

2  H!ark !  in  the  wilderness  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls,  Prepare ! 
Prepare  your  hearts,  for  God  is  nigh, 
And  means  to  make  his  entrance  there ! 

3  The  Lord  yonr  God  shall  quickly  come ; 

Sinners,  repent,  the  call  obey  ; 
Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room  ; 
Ye  desert  souls,  prepare  his  way. 

4  The  Lord  shall  clear  his  way  through  all; 

Whate'er  obstructs,  obstructs  in  vain  : 
The  rale  shall  rise,  the  mountain  fall, 
Crooked  be  straight,  and  rugged  plain-. 

5  The  glory  of  the  Lord  displayed 

Shall  all  mankind  together  ^iew  ; 
*And  what  his  mouth  in  truth  hath  said, 
His  own  almighty  hand  shall  do. 

C/iarles  Wesley. 

217  s.  M. 

1  Lop.D  of  the  harvest,  hear 

Thy  needy  servants'  cry  ; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
And  all  our  wants  supx^iy. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait. 

Our  wants  are  in  thy  view  ; 
The  harvest  truly.  Lord,  is  great, 
The  laborers  are  few. 
155 


IXSTITUTIONS, 

3  Convert  and  send  forth  more 

Into  thy  Chnrcli  abroad, 
And  let  them  speak  thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  O  let  them  spi'ead  thy  name, 

Their  mission  fully  prove  ; 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 

Thine  all-redeeming  love  ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

218  s.  M. 

1  How  beauteous  are  their  feet 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ; 
"Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  svreet  the  tidings  are ! 
"Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King  ; 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here  i " 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joj^ul  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  this  heavenly  light  1 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  siglit. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  : 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

haac  Watts. 

156 


THE   MTXISTKY. 
219  C.  M. 

1  Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  th'  alarm  thej  give  ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  awful  charge  receiA-e. 

2  '  Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands  ; 
But  what  might  All  an  angel's  heart, 
And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  wateh  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  ! 
For  souls  which  must  forever  live 
In  raptures,  or  in  woe. 

4  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  OAvn  Redeemer  see, 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

220  c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  the  name  high  over  all 

In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky  ! 

Angels  and  men  hefore  it  fall, 

And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus,  the  name  to  sinners  dear, 

The  name  to  sinners  given  ! 
It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear  ; 
It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Jesus  the  pris'ners'  fetters  breaks, 

And  bruises  Satan's  head  ; 
Power  into  strengthless  souls  it  speaks, 
And  life  into  the  dead. 
157 


INSTITUTIONS. 

4  O  that  the  world  might  taste  arid  see 

The  riches  of  his  grace  ! 
The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me, 
Would  all  mankind  embrace  ! 

5  His  only  righteousness  I  show, 

His  saving  truth  proclaim  : 
'Tis  all  my  business  here  below 
To  cry,  *'  Behold  the  Lamb ! " 

6  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 

I  may  but  gasp  his  name; 
Preach  him  to  all.  and  cry  in  death, 
"Behold,  behold  the  Lamb  ! " 

Charles  Wesley. 

221  L.  M. 

1  Deaw  near,  O  Son  of  God,  draw  near  \ 

Us  with  thy  flaming  eye  behold  ; 
Still  in  thy  Church  vouchsafe  t'  appear, 
And  let  pur  candlestick  be  gold. 

2  Still  hold  the  stars  in  thy  right-hand. 

And  let  them  in  thy  luster  glow. 
The  lights  of  a  benighted  land. 
The  angels  of  thy  Church  below, 

3  Make  good  their  apostolic  boaat, 

Their  high  commission  let  them  prove. 
Be  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghost, 

And  filled  with  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 

4  Their  hearts  from  things  of  earth  remove. 

Sprinkle  them,  Lord,  from  sin  and  fear. 
Fix  their  affections  all  above, 

And  lay  up  all  their  trea-sures  there. 

Charles  Wesley. 

158 


THE  MIXISTKY. 

232  L.  M. 

1  High  on  his  everlasting  throne, 

The  King  of  saints  his  work  surveys; 
Marks  the  dear  souls  he  calls  his  own, 
And  smiles  on  the  peculiar  race. 

2  He  rests  well  pleased  their  toils  to  see  j 

Beneath  his  easy  yoke  they  move  ; 
With  all  their  heart  and  strength  agree 
In  the  sweet  labor  of  his  love. 
\ 

3  See.  where  the  servants  of  their  God, 

A  busy  multitude,  appear  : 
For  Jesus  day  and  night  employed, 
His  heritage  they  toil  to  clear. 

4  The  love  of  Christ  their  hearts  constrains, 

And  strengthens  their  unwearied  hands; 

They  spend"  their  sweat,  and  blood,  and 

To  cultivate  Iinmanuel's  lands,  [pains, 

5  O  multiply  thy  sowers'  seed. 

And  fruit  we  every  hour  shall  bear : 
Throughout  the  world  thy  gospel  spread. 
Thine  everlasting  truth  declare  ! 

A.  G.  Spangenberg.    Tr.  by  John  Wesley. 

223  C.  M. 

1  How  rich  thy  bounty,  King  of  kings  ! 

Thy  favors,  how  divine ! 
The  blessings  which  thy  gospel  brings, 
How  splendidly  they  shine ! 

2  Gold  is  but  dross,  and  gems  but  toys, 

Should  gold  and  gems  compare  ; 
How  mean,  when  set  against  those  joys 
Thy  poorest  servants  share  ! 
159 


INSTITUTIONS. 

3  Yet  all  these  treasures  of  thy  grace 

Are  lodged  in  urns  of  clay  ; 
And  the  weak  sous  of  mortal  race 
Th'  immortal  gifts  convey. 

4  Feebly  they  lisp  thy  glories  forth, 

Yet  grace  the  vict'ry  gives : 
Quickly  they  molder  back  to  earth, 
Yet  still  thy  gospel  lives. 

5  Such  wonders  power  divine  effects  jr 

Such  trophies  God  can  raise  ; 
His  hand,  from  crumbling  dust,  erects 
His  monuments  of  praise. 

Philip  Doddridge, 


224  L.  M. 

1  Shall  I ,  for  fear  of  feeble  man, 
The  Spirit's  course  in  me  restrain? 
Or,  undismayed  in  deed  and  word. 
Be  a  true  witness  for  mj^  Lord  ? 

2  Awed  by  a  mortal's  frown,  shall  I 
Conceal  the  word  of  God  most  high  ? 
How  then  before  thee  shall  I  dare 
To  stand,  or  how  thine  anger  bear? 

3  Shall  I,  to  soothe  th'  unholy  throng. 
Soften  thy  truth,  and  smooth  my  tongue. 
To  gain  earth's  gilded  toys,  or  flee 

The  cross  endured,  my  Lord,  by  thee  ? 

4  What  then  is  he  whose  scorn  I  dread. 
Whose  wrath  or  hate  makes  me  afraid? 
A  man  !  an  heir  of  death  !  a  slave 

To  sin  !  a  bubble  on  the  wave  ! 
160 


THE   MINISTEY. 

0  Yea,  let  men  rage,  since  thou  -^^ilt  spread 
Thy  siiad'Tving  wings  around  my  head  : 
Since  in  all  pain  thy  tender  love 

Will  still  my  sure  refreshment  prove. 

John  Joseph  Winkler.     Tr.  hy  John  Wesley. 

225  L.  M. 

1  Sayioub  of  men,  thy  searching  eye 
Doth  all  my  inmost  thoughts  descry  : 
Doth  aught  on  earth  my  wishes  raise, 
Or  the  world's  pleasures,  or  its  praise? 

2  The  love  of  Christ  doth  me  constrain 
To  seek  the  wand' ring  souls  of  men  ; 
"With  cries,  entreaties,  tears,  to  save. 
To  snatch  them  from  the  gaping  grave. 

3  For  this  let  men  revile  my  name, 
No  cross  I  shun,  I  fear  no  shame  : 
All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  pain : 
Only  thy  terrors,  Lord,  restrain. 

4  My  life,  my  hlood,  I  here  present, 
If  for  thy  truth  they  may  be  spent : 
Fulfill  thy  sovereign  counsel.  Lord  ! 
Thy  will  he  done,  thy  name  adored ! 

5  Give  me  thy  strength,  O  God  of  power, 
Then  let  ^^inds  blow,  or  thunders  roar, 
Thy  faithful  witness  will  I  be: 

'Tia  fixed  ;  I  can  do  all  through  thee. 
John  Joseph  Winkler.     Tr.  hy  John  Wesley. 

336  L.  M. 

1  We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 
Of  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head ; 
Come  as  a  servant, — so  he  came, — 
And  we  receive  thee  in  liis  stead. 
11  161 


IXSTITUTIOXS.  . 

2  Come  as  a  shepherd;    guard  and  keep 

This  fold  from  hell,  and  earth,  and  sin, 
Nourish  the  lamhs,  and  feed  the  sheep, 
The  wounded  heal,  the  lost  luring  in. 

3  Come  as  a  watchman  ;  take  thy  stand 

Upon  the  tower  amidst  the  sky, 
And  when  the  sword  comes  on  the  land, 
Call  us  to  fight,  or  warn  to  fiy. 

4  Come  as  an  angel;  hence  to  guide 

A  hand  of  pilgrims  on  their  way 
That,  safely  walking  at  thy  side, 

"We  fail  not,  faint  not,  turn  nor  stray. 

5  Come  as  a  teacher,  sent  from  God, 

Charged  his  whole  counsel  to  declare  ; 
Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 
While  we  uphold  thy  hands  wiih  prayer. 

Javies  Montgotnery. 

237  c.  p.  M. 

1  Except  the  Lord  conduct  the  plan, 
The  best  concerted  schemes  are  vain, 

And  never  can  succeed  ; 
We  spend  our  wretehedstrengthfornaught; 
But  if  our  works  in  thee  he  wrought. 

They  shall  be  bless'd  indeed. 

2  Lord,  if  thou  didst  thyself  inspire 
Our  souls  with  this  intense  desire, 

Thy  goodness  to  proclaim  ; 
Thy  glory  if  we  now  intend, 
O  let  our  deeds  begin  and  end 

Complete  in  Jesus'  name  ! 

3  Li  Jesus'  name  behold  we  meet, 
Far  from  an  evil  world  retreat, 

And  all  its  frantic  ways; 
162 


THE  MIXISTKY. 

One  only  thing  resolved  to  know, 
And  square  our  useful  lives  below 
By  reason  and  by  grace. 

Charles  Wedey. 


228  S.  M. 

i  And  are  we  yet  alive, 

And  see  eacb  other's  face  ? 

Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give 

For  his  redeeming  grace ! 

2  Preserved  by  power  divine 

To  full  salvation  here. 
Again  in  Jesus'  praise  we  join. 
And  in  his  sight  appear. 

3  What  troubles  have  we  seen, 

What  conflicts  have  we  passed, 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  within 
Since  we  assembled  last ! 

4  But  out  of  all  the  Lord 

Hath  brought  us  by  his  love  ; 
And  still  he  doth  his  help  afford, 
And  hides  our  life  above. 

5  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 

Of  his  redeeming  power, 
Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost. 
Till  we  can  sin  no  more  : 

6  Let  us  take  up  the  cross, 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain  ; 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss, 
So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 

Charles  Wesley, 

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INSTITUTIONS. 
329  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  the  Truth  and  Power  Divine, 
Send  forth  these  messengers  of  thine ; 
Their  hands  confirm,  their  hearts  inspire, 
And  touch  their  lips  with  hallowed  lire. 

2  Be  thon  their  mouth  and  wisdom,  Lord  ; 
Thou,  by  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
The  rocky  hearts  in  pieces  break. 

And  bid  the  sons  of  thunder  speak. 

3  To  those  who  would  their  Lord  embrace, 
Give  them  to  preach  the  word  of  grace  ; 
Sweetly  their  yielding  bosoms  move. 
And  melt  them  with  the  fire  of  love. 

4  Let  all  with  thankfal  hearts  confess 
Thy  welcome  messengers  of  peace  ; 
Thy  power  in  their  report  be  found, 
And  let  thy  feet  behind  them  sound. 

Charles  IVesley. 

230  H.  M. 

1  Jesus,  accept  the  praise 

That  to  thy  name  belongs ! 
Matter  of  all  our  lays, 

Subject  of  all  our  songs  ; 
Through  thee  we  now  together  camCy 
And  part  exulting  in  thy  name. 

2  In  flesh  we  part  awhile, 

But  still  in  spirit  joined, 
T'  embrace  the  happy  toil 

Thou  hast  to  each  assigned  ; 
And  while  we  do  thy  blessed  will, 
"We  bear  our  heaven  about  us  still. 
164 


THE  MIXISTEY. 

S  0  let  ns  tliTLs  go  on 

In  all  thy  i)leasant  ways, 
And,  armed  with  patience,  run 

With  joy  th'  appointed  race  i 
Keep  ns  and  every  seeking  souL 
Till  all  attain  the  heavenly  goal. 
4  There  vre  shall  meet  again. 

^\"hen  all  our  toils  are  o'er. 
And  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 

And  parting,  are  no  more  : 
"We  shall  ^vith  all  oar  brethren  rise, 
And  greet  thee  in  the  flaming  skies. 
.5  Then  let  ns  wait  the  sonnd 

That  shall  oar  souls  release, 
And  labor  to  be  fonnd 

Of  him  in  spotless  peace ; 
In  perfect  holiness  renevred, 
Adorned  with  Christ,  and  meet  for  Geo, 

Chafles  JVes/cj'. 

231  c.  M. 

1  Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  lore 

That  will  not  let  us  part; 

Our  bedies  may  far  off  remove, 

We  still  are  one  in  heart, 

2  Joined  in  one  s-pirit  to  our  Head. 

Where  he  appoints  we  go  : 
And  stili  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread. 
And  show  his  praise  belovr. 

3  O  may  we  ever  walk  in  him. 

And  nothing  know  beside, 
Xothmg  desire,  nothing  esteem. 
But  Jesus  crucified. 

4  Closer  and  closer  let  us  cleave 

To  his  l>eloved  embrace  ; 
Expect  his  fullness  to  receive, 
And  grace  to  answer  trrace. 
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INSTITUTIONS. 

5  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart, 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place^ 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  can  part» 

6  But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day 

Which  shall  our  flesh  restore, 
When  death  shall  all  he  done  away, 
And  liodies  part  no  more. 

CJiarles.  V/'esley. 

333  s.  M. 

1  And  let  our  bodies  part, 

To  dift"'rent  climes  repair  ; 
Insepai-ahly  joined  in  heart, 
The  friends  of  Jesus  are. 

2  O  let  us  still  proceed 

In  Jesus'  work  helow  ; 
And,  fail' wing  our  triumphant  Head, 
To  further  conquests  go  ! 

3  The  vineyard  of  the  Lord 

Before  his  lah'rers  lies ; 
And  lo  !  we  see  the  vast  reward. 

Which  waits  us  in  the  skies. 
4.  O  let  our  heart  and  mind 

Continually  ascend, 
That  haven  of  repose  to  find. 

Where  all  our  labors  end  I 

5  Where  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 

Our  sufl  'ring  and  our  pain  : 
Who  meet  on  that  eternal  shore. 
Shall  never  part  again. 

6  O  happy,  happy  place, 

^Vhere  saints  and  angels  meet  ? 
There  v\'e  shall  see  each  otlier's  face. 
And  all  our  brethren  greet. 

l(3(i  Charles  trcsL^y. 


BAPTISM. 

3.  BAPTISM, 


233  L.  M. 

1  Come,  Father,  Son.  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Honor  the  means  ordained  by  thee ; 
Make  good  our  apostolic  boast, 
And  ovrn  thy  glorious  ministry. 

2  Father,  in  these  reveal  thy  Son — 

In  these,  for  whom  we  seek  thy  face, 
The  hidden  mystery  make  known, 
The  uiward,  pure,  baiitizing  grace, 

3  Jesus,  with  ns  thon  always  art ; 

Eifectual  make  the  sacred  sign, 
The  gift  unspeakable  impart. 
And  bless  the  ordinance  divine. 

4  Eternal  Spirit,  come  from  high, 

Baptizer  of  our  spirits  thou  ! 
The  sacramental  seal  apply. 

And  ">7itne33  with  the  water  now. 

Charles   IVesley^ 

234  L.  M. 

1  God  of  eternal  truth  and  love. 
Thine  own  great  ordinance  approve  ,* 
This  child  into  thy  kingdom  take, 
And  give  him  all  thine  image  back. 

2  Father,  if  such  thy  sovereign  will, 
Annex  thy  halFwing  Spirit's  seal; 
The  seed  of  endless  life  impart, 
Take  for  thine  own  this  infant's  heart. 

167 


INSTITUTIONS. 

3  Answer  on  him  thy  wisdom's  end  ; 
Whate'er  thou  didst  for  mau  intend, 
Unto  this  favored  child  be  given, 
Pardon  and  holiness  and  heaven. 

Charles  Wesley.     Alt. 

S35  H.  M. 

1  Baptized  into  thy  name, 

Mysterious  One  in  Three, 
Our  souls  and  bodies  claLm 

A  sacrifice  to  thee; 
We  only  live  our  faith  to  prove, 
The  faith  which  works  by  hurabU  love. 

2  O  that  our  light  may  shine, 

And  all  our  lives  express 
The  character  divine. 

The  real  holiness! 
Then,  then  receive  us  up  t'  adore 
The  Triune  God  for  evermore. 

CkarUs  Wesley. 

236  c.  M. 

1  How  large  the  promise,    how  divine, 

To  Abrah'm  and  his  seed  ! 
' '  I  am  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need." 

2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves 
And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  frith  confirms. 

To  our  great  father  given  ; 
He  takes  our  children  to  his  arms. 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 
168 


BAPTIS3I. 

4  O  God,  bow  faithfal  are  thy  -ways  I 
Thy  love  endures  the  same  j 
Nor  froin  the  promise  of  thy  grace 
Blots  out  our  children's  name. 

Isaac  IVai 


337  c.  M. 

1  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 
With  all-engaging  charms : 
Hark  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms ! 

2"  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 
"Nor  scorn  their  humble  name : 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came. ' ' 

3  Y7e  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 
And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

•    Philip  Doddridge. 


238  c.  M. 

1  Thus  Lydia  sanctified  her  house; 

When  she  received  the  word ; 
Thus  the  belie\ing  jailer  gave 
His  household  to  the  Lord. 

2  Thus  later  saints,  eternal  King, 

Thine  ancient  truth  embrace  : 
To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring, 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

Isaac  Watt 

169 


I^'5TITUTI0Xt? 

4.    TEE  LOSD'S  SUPPEE. 


239  c.  M. . 

1  The  King  of  heav'n  his  table  spreads, 

And  "blessings  crown  the  board  ; 
Kot  paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  aftbrd. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  life,  are  given, 
Through  the  rich  bloodthat  Jesns  shed 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heaven. 

3  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  leasted  here  ; 
And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way. 
Around  the  board  appear. 

4  All  things  are  ready  :  come  a,way, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame  ; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast. 
And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 

fkilip  Doddridge, 


240  CM. 

1  If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh — 

2  O  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  wc  owe 
To  hira  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell, 
Our  more  than  orphan's  woe  i 
170 


THE  LCPwD's  suprsn. 

3  "Wliile  yet  his  angnished  sonl  sarreyed 

Those  pangs  lie  Tvouid  not  fiee. 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed — 
"  Meet  and  remember  rae  ■'' 

4  Remember  thee  !  thy  death,  thy  shame. 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
O  mem'ry,  leave  no  other  naiiie 
But  his  recorded  there  ! 

Gerard  Tfiorrias  Noel, 


241  c.  M. 

1  The  promise  of  my  Father's  love 

Shall  stand  forever  good  : 
He  said,  and  g-ave  his  soul  to  death. 
And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word 

I  set  my  worthless  name  ; 
I  seal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  Sweet  is  the  memory  oi  his  name, 

Who  blessed  us  in  his  will. 
And  to  his  testament  of  love 
Made  his  own  blood  the  seal. 

Isouxc  ll'niiT. 


243  G.  M. 

1  Jesus,  at  whose  supremo  command 
We  now  approach  to  Grod, 
Before  us  in  thy  vesture  stand. 
Thy  vesture  dipped  in  blood. 
171 


INSTITUTIONS. 

2  The  tokens  of  thy  dying  love 

O  let  us  all  receive, 
And  feel  the  quick'ning  Spirit  move, 
And  sensibly  believe  1 

3  The  living  bread  sent  down  from  heaven 

In  ns  vouchsafe  to  be  ; 
Thy  flesh  for  all  the  world  is  given, 
And  all  may  live  by  thee. 

4  Now,  Lord,  on  us  thy  flesh  bestow, 

And  let  us  drink  thy  blood. 
Till  all  our  souls  are  filled  below 
V/ith  all  the  life  of  God. 

Charles  V/esley, 


14:3  c.  M. 

ACCOKDING  to  thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 

I  will  remember  thee. 


2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 
My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be ; 
Thy'testamental  cup  I  take. 
And  thus  remember  thee. 


Gethsemane  can  I  forget? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat. 

And  not  remember  thee  ? 
172 


THE  LOKD'S  SUPPKR. 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  Sacri&ce, 
I  mus-t  remember  thee  ! 

5  Eemember  thee  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  ; 
Yea.  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 

6  Ana  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  mem'ry  flee, 
"When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 

Jaines  MontgotKery. 

244  L.  M. 

1  Author  of  our  salvation,  thee, 

With  lowly,  thankful  hearts  we  praise, 
Author  of  this  great  mystery, 

Figure  and  means  of  sa^ing  grace. 

2  The  sacred,  true,  effectual  sign. 

Thy  body  and  thy  blood  it  shows  : 
The  glorious  instrument  di\dne 

Thy  mercy  and  thy  strength  bestows, 

3  We  see  the  blood  that  seals  our  peace ; 

Thy  pard'ning  mercy  we  receive  ; 
The  bread  doth  visibly  express 

The  strength  thro'  which  our  spirits  live. 

4  Our  spirits  drink  a  fresh  supply. 

And  eat  the  bread  so  freely  given, 
Till  borne  on  eagles'  wings  we  fly, 

And  banquet  Avith  our  Lord  in  heaven. 

Charles  Wesley. 

173 


INSTITUTIONS. 

245  c.  M. 

1  That  doleful  night  before  his  death. 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain 
Did,  almost  T\ith  his  dying  breath. 
This  solemn  feast  ordain. 

2  To  keep  the  feast,  Lord,  we  have  met, 

And  to  remember  thee  : 
Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat, 
"  For  me,  he  died  for  me  1 " 

3  Thy  snff 'rings,  Lord,  each  sacred  sign 

To  our  remembrance  brings  ; 
*We  eat  the  b^read,  and  drink  the  wine, 
But  think  on  nobler  things. 

4  O  tune  our  tongues,  and  set  in  frame 
-     Each  heart  that  pants  for  thee. 

To  sing.  "Hosanna  to  the  Lamb  !  " 
The  Lamb  that  died  for  mc  ! 

Joseph  Hart. 

246  s.  M. 

1  Let  all  who  traly  bear 

The  bleeding  Saviour's  name. 
Their  faithful  hearts  with  us  prepare, 
And  eat  the  paschal  Lamb. 

2  This  eucharistic  feast 

Our  every  want  supplies, 
And  still  we  by  his  death  are  blessed, 
And  share  his  sacrifice. 

3  Who  thus  our  faith  employ 

His  suff 'rings  to  record, 
E'en  now  we  mournfully  enjoy 
Communion  with  our  Lord  ; 
174 


THE  LOED  S  SUPPEE. 

4  As  thoiigli  we  eA'ery  one 

Beneath  his  cross  had  stood , 
And  seen  him  heave  and  heard  him  groan, 
■  And  felt  his  gushing  blood. 

5  TVe  too  with  him  are  dead. 

And  shall  with  him  arise  : 
The  cross  on  which  he  bows  his  head 
Shall  lift  us  to  the  skies. 

Charles  IVesley. 

247  s.  M. 

1  Jesus,  we  thus  obey 

Thy  last  and  kindest  word  : 
Here  in  thine  own  appointed  way 
We  come  to  meet  our  Lord. 

2  The  way  thou  hast  enjoined, 

Thou  wilt  therein  appear  ; 
Y7e  come  with  confidence  to  find 
Thy  special  presence  here. 

3  Our  hearts  we  open  wide 

To  make  the  Saviour  room  ; 

And  lo  !  the  Lamb,  the  Crucified, 

The  sinner's  Friend,  is  come. 

4  His  presence  makes  the  feast ; 

And  now  our  bosoms  feel 
The  glory  not  to  be  expressed, 
The  joy  unspeakable. 

Charles  Wesley. 

248  8s,  7s.     D. 

1  Come,  thou  everlasting  Spirit. 
Bring  to  ev'ry  thankful  mind 
All  the  Sa\'iour's  dying  merit. 
All  his  sufT  rings  for  mankind  ; 
175 


INSTITUTIONS. 

True  recorder  of  his  passion, 
Now  the  liA-ing  faith  impart, 

Now  reveal  his  great  salvation, 
Preach  his  gospel  to  our  heart. 

2  Come,  thou  witneas  of  his  dying ; 
Come,  remembrancer  divine, — 
Let  ns  feel  thy  power  applying 

Christ  to  every  sonl  and  mine  : 
Let  us  groan  thine  inward  groaning, 

Look  on  him  we  pierced,  and  grieve, 
All  receive  the  grace  atoning, 
All  the  sprinkled  blood  receive. 

Charles  Wesley. 


249  7s. 

1  Jfsus,  all-redeeming  Lord, 
Magnify  thy  dying  word. 
In  thine  ordinance  appear, 
Come  and  meet  thy  foll'wers  here. 

2  In  the  rite  thou  hast  enjoined 
Let  us  now  our  Saviour  find. 
Drink  lay  blood  for  sinners  shed. 
Taste  ihee  in  the  broken  bread. 

3  Thou  our  faithful  hearts  prepare ; 
Thou  Ywj  pard'ning  grace  declare  , 
Thou  that  hast  for  sinners  died. 
Show  thyself  the  Crucified  ! 

4  All  the  x>ower  of  sin  remove  ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  perfect  love  ; 
Stamp  us  with  the  stamp  divine  ; 
Seal  our  souls  forever  thine. 

Ckarles  Wesley. 

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THE  LORD'S  SUPPES. 

250  7s,  6s,  ^«  8s. 

1  Lamb  of  God,  whose  dying  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  ; 
Think  on  us,  who  think  on  thee. 

And  ev'ry  struggling  soul  release  ! 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

2  By  thine  agonizing  pain, 

And  bloody  ^veat,  we  pray ; 
By  thy  d^aug  love  to  man. 

Take  all  our  sins  away  : 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  all  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease : 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

251  s.  M. 

1  O  WHAT  a  taste  is  this 

"Which  now  in  Christ  we  know. 
An  earnest  of  our  glorious  bliss, 
Our  heaven  begun  below  ! 

2  "When  he  the  table  spreads. 

How  royal  is  the  cheer  ! 
"With  rapture  we  lift  up  our  heads, 
And  own  that  God  is  here. 

3  The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

"Who  died  to  die  no  more. 
Let  all  the  ransomed  sons  of  men, 

"With  all  his  hosts  adore. 
12  177 


INSTITUTIONS. 

4  Let  earth  and  heaven  be  joined, 
His  glories  to  display, 
And  hymn  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
In  one  eternal  day. 

Charles  IVcslcy. 

252  7s. 

1  Gloet  l>e  to  God  on  high, 
God  v^hose  glory  fills  the  sky ; 
Peace  ou  earth  to  man  forgiven, 
Man,  the  well-beloved  of  Heaven. 

2  Sovereign  Father,  h^venly  King, 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing  ; 
Glad  thine  attributes  confess, 
Glorious  all,  and  numberless. 

3  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  adored ! 
Hail,  the  everlasting  Lord  ! 

Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove, 
Lord  of  power,  and  God  of  love. 

4  Hear,  for  thou,  O  Christ,  alone, 
Art  with  thy  great  Father  one ; 
One  the  Holy  Ghost  with  thee  ; 
One  supreme,  eternal  Three. 

Charles  IVesley. 


5.  THE  SABBATH. 


253  s.  M. 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breasi 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  bimself  comes  near. 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day : 
178 


THE  SABBATH. 

Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  liim  "here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  within  the  place 

Which  thoii  dost,  Lord,  freciueat. 
Is  sweeter  tliaa  ten  thousand  days 
In  sinful  pleasures  spent, 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this. 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

Isaac  WaUi. 

254  c.  M. 

1  With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day, 

Which  God  has  called  his  own ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  his  throne, 

2  Thy  chosen  temple.  Lord,  how  fa,irl 

As  here  thy  servants  throng 
To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayex, 
And  pour  the  grateful  song. 

3  Spirit  of  grace  !  O  deign  to  dwell 

Withnn  thy  Church  below  ; 
Make  her  in  holiness  excel, 
With  pure  devotion  glow, 

4  Let  peace  "within  her  walls  be  found; 

Let  all  her  sons  unite, 
To  spread  with  holy  zeal  around 
Her  clear  and  shrining  light. 

5  Great  God,  we  hail  the  sacred  day 

Which  thou  liast  called  thine  own  ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  thy  throne. 

Harriet  Auber.- 

179 


INSTITUTIONS. 

255  a  M. 

1  The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  ns  praise, 

In  concert  with  the  "blest., 
Who.  joyial,  in  harmonious  lays 
Employ  an  endless,  rest. 

2  Thns,  Lord,  while  we  rememl^er  thee, 

We  bless'd  and  pions  grow ; 
By  hymns  of  praise  we  learn  to  be 
Triumi)hant  here  below. 

3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  scene 

Of  glorv  was  display'd 
By  God.  th'  Eternal  Word,  than  whtu 
This  universe  was  made. 

4  He  rises,  who  mankind  has  Tx)ught 

With  grief  and  pain  extreme  : 
'Twas  great  to  speak  the  world  from  na  u-ght; 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem. 

Samuel  Wesley.  Jr. 


25^  C.  M. 

1  Come,  \%\  ns  join  with  one  accord 

In  hymns  aronnd  the  throne  ! 
This  is  the  day  our  rising  Lord 
Hath  made  and  called  his  own. 

2  This  is  the  day  which  God  hath  blest. 

The  brightest  of  the  seven, 

Type  of  that  everlasting  rest 

The  saints  enjoy  in  heaven. 

3  Then  let  us  in  his  name  smg  on,. 

And  hasten  to  that  day 
Wlien  our  Redeemer  shall  come  dowii. 
And  shadows  pass  away. 
180 


THE  SABBATH. 

4  Not  one,  "but  all  our  days  below, 
Let  us  in  kymns  employ  ; 
And  in  our  Lord  rejoicuig,  go 
To  his  eternal  joy. 

Charles  Wesley. 

257  L.  M. 

1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done; 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  : 
Keturu,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
improve  the  day  thy  God  liath  blest. 

ft  O  that  OUT  thoughts  and  thanlis  may  ri^ 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies  ; 
And  draw  from  Christ  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  tliat  leeLs  it  knows ! 

3  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
Is.  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holj'  comforts,  pass  away  -, 

How  s'weet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  ! 

JoseJ>h  Stennetl. 

258  I.  M. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God.  my  King. 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  tliauks  and  sing; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  taJk  of  all  thy  truth  by  nighl 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  iuy  heart  in  tune  l>e  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 
181 


INSTITUTIONS. 

3  Then  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  hearS;, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head, 

4  Then  shall  I  see-,  and  hear,  and  knowj. 
All  I  desired  or  wished  belov/  ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

Isaac  Watir, 

259-  7s'.    61. 

i  Safely  through  another  week,. 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way  ; 
Let  ns  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  couxts  to-day  : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best,. 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  White  we  seek  supplies  of  grace. 

Through  the-  dear  Redeemer's  aam^^ 
Sho-n-  thy  reconciling  face — 

Take  away  our  sin  and  sliaiae ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  fteev 
May  we  rest  this  day  in.  thee. 

3  Here  we  eome  thy  name  to  praise  ; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near  ;. 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes. 

While  we  in.  thy  house  appear ;: 
Here  afford  us^  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4!  May  the  gospeFs  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints., 
Make  the  fruits  of  gra<?.e  abound. 

181i 


THE  SABBATH. 

Bring  relief  from  all  comjjlaiuts  : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 

John  Newton. 

S60  H.  M. 

1  Welcome,  delightful  morn, 

Thou  day  of  sacred  rest  I 
I  hail  thy  kind  return  ; 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest : 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys, 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Nov7  may  the  Krug  descend, 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace  ; 
Thy  scepter,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face  ; 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quick' ning  word. 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  these  sacred  hours  : 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Kor  Sabbaths  be  enjoyed  in  vain. 

,  J.  Hayzvard. 

261  c.  M. 

1  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  his  ovoi ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead , 

And  Satan's  empire  fell; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell, 
183 


INSTITUTIONS. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son  : 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  descend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne ! 

Isaac  IVatts. 


262  c.  M. 

1  May  I  throughout  this  da}^  of  thine 

Be  in  thy  Spirit,  Lord  : 
Spirit  of  humble  fear  divine, 
That  trembles  at  thy  word  ; 

2  Spirit  of  faith,  my  heart  to  raise, 

And  fix  on  things  above  ; 
Spirit  of  sacriiice  and  praise, 
Of  holiness  and  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 

263  L.  M. 

1  Fae  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be- 

gone! 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see  : 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  Jesus  Saviour,  from  above. 
And  feed  my  soul  mth  heavenly  love. 

3  Bless' d  Jesus,  what  delicfous  fare! 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Eedeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

Isaac  Watts. 

184 


THE  SABBATH. 
264  L.  M. 

1  Thixe  earthly  Sabhatlis,  Lord,  we  love ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  : 

To  that  our  lab'riug  souls  aspire. 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

2  Xo  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
Xo  sighs  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes  ; 
Xo  cares  to  break  the  long  repose  ; 
Xo  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  O  long-expected  day,  begin  ; 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin : 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

205  7s. 

1  Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath-day  ; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun, 
Y/hen  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 

2  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad  ; 
"Tis  the  holy  peace  of  God, 
S;,Tnbol  of  the  peace  within 
When  the  spirit  rests  from  sin. 

3  Saviour,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  joy  and  peace  in  thee. 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose. 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 

Sainuel  Francis  Smith. 

185 


IISrSTITUTIOXS. 

2SQ  10s. 

1  SavioukT  again  to  tbj  dear  name  we 

raise 
With  one  accord  our  parting  hymn   of 

praise : 
We  stand  to  bless  thee  ere  onr  worship 

cease, 
Then,  lowly  kneeling,  wait  thy  word  of 

peace. 

2  Grant  lis  thy  peace  upon  onr  homeward 

way; 
With  thee  began,  with  thee  shall  end,  the 

day; 
Guard  thou  the  lips  ixom  sin,  the  hearts 

from  shame. 
That  in  this  house  have  called  upon  thy 

name. 

3  Grant  ns  thy  peace,  Lord  !  through  the 

coming  night. 
Turn  thou  for  us  its  darkness  into  light ; 
From  harm  and  danger  keep  thy  children 

free, 
For  dark  and  light  are  both  alike  to  thee. 

4  Grant  us  thv  peace  throughout  our  earth- 

ly life,  ^ 

Our  balm  in  sorrow  and  our  stay  in  strife ; 

Then,  when  thy  voice  shall  bid  our  con- 
flict cease. 

Call  us,  O  Lord,  to  thine  eternal  peace. 

^okn  Ellerto7t. 


186 


SECTION  V. 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 


267  H.  M. 

1  Blotv  ye  the  trumpet,  blow. 

The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home, 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  through  his  blood 

Thro'ighout  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slayes  of  sin  and  hell. 

Your  liberty  receiye, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

187 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  couie ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinnei-s,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 
Receive  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

G  The  gospel  trumpet  hear. 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 

And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  SaWour's  face  : 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Charles  Wesley. 

208  L.  M. 

1  SiXNEKS,  obe}'-  the  gospel  word  ! 
Haste  to  the  supper  of  my  Lord  : 
Be  T\ise  to  know  your  gracious  day  ; 
All  thing-s  are  ready,  come  awa3^ 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own 
And  kiss  his  late-returning  son ; 
Ready  your  loAing  Saviour  stands. 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love 

Just  now  your  hardness  to  remove  ; 
T'  apply  and  witness  with  the  blood, 
And  wash  and  seal  the  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  l)lest  estate  : 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace, 

188 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL, 

5  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Are  ready  with  their  shining  host : 
Ail  heaven  is  ready  to  resound, 
"The  dead's  alive !  the  lost  is  found  I " 

Charles  V/eshy. 

269  L.  M. 

1  Come,  O  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord, 
In  Christ  to  paradise  restored  ; 
His  proffered  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace  : 

2  A  pardon  written  with  his  blood, 
The  fa-vor  and  the  peace  of  God  ; 
The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense, 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence  ; 

3  The  godly  fear,  the  pleasing  smart, 
The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart ; 

The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiven  ; 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heaven ; 

4  The  guiltless  shame,  the  sweet  distress  ; 
Th'  unutterable  tenderness  ; 

The  genuine  meek  humility  : 

The  wonder,  "  Why  such  love  to  me?  " 

5  Th'  o'erwhelming  power  of  saving  grace. 
The  sight  that  veils  the  seraph's  face  ; 
The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move, 
And  all  the  silent  heaven  of  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 

270  L.  M. 

1  Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast ; 
liet  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest : 
189 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

Ye  need  not  one  lie  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call ; 
The  invitation  is  to  all : 

Come,  all  the  world  !  come,  sinner,  thon  ; 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

3  Come,  all  ye  souls  by  sin  oppressed, 
Ye  restless  wand'rers  after  rest, 

Ye  poor,  and  maimed,  and  halt,  and  blind, 
In  Christ  a  hearty  ivelcome  find. 

4  IMy  message  as  from  God  receive : 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live  ; 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 
Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain  ! 

5  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  ]3recious,  bleeding  sacrifice  ! 
His  ofiered  benefits  embrace. 
And  freely  now  be  saved  by  grace! 

Charles  Wesley, 

271  L.  M. 

1  Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh  ; 

'Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race  : 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy  ; 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2  Come  to  the  liA^ng  waters,  come ! 

Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  call : 

Return,  ye  weary  wand'rers,  home, 

And  find  my  grace  is  free  for  all. 

3  See  from  the  rock  a  fountain  rise  ; 

For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls ; 
190 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 
Ye  lab 'ring,  burdened,  sin-sick  souls. 

4  Nothing  ye  in  exchange  shall  give ; 

Leave  all  you  have,  and  are,  behind  ; 
Frankly  the  gift  of  God  receive, 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

Charles  Wesley, 

272  L.  M. 

1  O  DO  not  let  the  word  depart, 

And  close  thine  eyes  against  the  light ; 
Poor  sinner,  harden  not  thy  heart : 

Thou  wouldst  be  saved;  why  not  to- 
night? 

2  To-morrow's  sun  may  never  rise 

To  bless  thy  long-deluded  sight ; 
This  is  the  time ;  O  then  be  wise  ! 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved ;  why  not  to-night? 

3  Our  G  od  in  pity  lingers  still ; 

And  wilt  thou  thus  his  love  requite? 
Eenounce  at  length  thy  stubborn  will : 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved ;  why  not  to-night? 

4  Our  blessed  Lord  refuses  none 

Who  would  to  him  their  souls  unite  ; 
Then  be  the  work  of  grace  begun  : 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved ;  why  not  to-night? 

Elizabeth  Reed. 


273  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  v/ounded,sick  and  sore  ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
191 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power: 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  : 
True  belief  aoid  true  repentance. 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh. 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 

This  he  gives  you' ; 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam., 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  hea^^y-laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Not  the  righteous. 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden. 

"Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  finished!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

6  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good.. 
192 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  leaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  d©  the  same. 

Joseph  Hart. 

214.  Us. 

i  O  TUEN  ye,  O  tnm  ye,  for  "why  Tvill  ye  die, 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so 

nigh? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says, 

"Come," 
And  angels  are  vraiting  to  vrelcome  you 

home. 

2  And  now  Christ   is  ready  your  souls  to 

receive, 
O  how  can  you   question,    if   you  will 

believe  ? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not 

come? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome*  he  bids  you 

come  home. 

3  In  riches,  in  pleasures,  what  can  you  ob- 

tain. 
To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your 

pain? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summoned 

to  die. 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high? 

4  Why  will  you  be  starving,  and  feeding  on 

'air? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to 
spare ; 
13  193 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and 

see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and 

free. 

Joiiah  Hopkins, 

275  lis. 

1  Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  draw 

near, 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for 

thee  ; 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemptionispurchased,salvationisfree. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus,  thy 

God? 
A  fountain  is  open,  how  canst  thou  refuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pardoning 

blood? 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  to  come. 

For  Mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  thee 
to-day : 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the 
tomb; 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass 
away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  grace, 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  his 
sad  flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy 
race, 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 

Thomas  Hastings. 

194 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

376  12s. 

1  The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  ' '  Escape  to 

the  mountain ; 

For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  hath  opened 
a  fountain  : 

For  sin  and  uncleanness  and  every  trans- 
gression, 

His  "blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of 
salvation." 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  pur- 
chased our  pardon  ! 
We  will  praise  him  again  when  we 
pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Now  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  is  given; 
Now  glory  to  God  is  re-echoed  in  heaven; 
Around  the  whole  earth  let  us  tell  the  glad 

story. 
And  sing  of  his  love,  his  salvation  and  glory. 
Halleluiah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

3  O  Jesus,  ride  on,  — thy  kingdom  is  glorious ; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell  thou  wilt  make 

us  victorious ; 
Thy  name  shall  be  praised  in  the  great 

congregation, 
And  saints  shall  ascribe  unto  thee  their 

salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand,  having  gained 

the  blest  shore. 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will 

praise  evermore : 
We'll  range  the  blest  fields  on  the  banks 

of  the  river, 

195 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

And  sing  of  redemption  forever  and  ever. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

Richard  Burdsall. 

277  C.  M. 

1  Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, — 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  •, 

2  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
"Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives ; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  Perhaps  he  may  admit  my  plea. 

Perhaps  will"  hear  my  prayer  ; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray. 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For,  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die. 

"7  But,  if  I  die  with  mercy  sought, 
When  I  the  King  have  tried, 
This  were  to  die  (delightful  thought !) 
As  sinner  never  died. 

Edmund  Jones. 
196 


TEE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

278  C.  M. 

1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starYing  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast  ! 
"Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  standi  with  open  arms  : 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come : 
O  stay  not  back,  thou.-li  fear  alarms, 
For  yet  there  still  is  room. 

3  O  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  rejjast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

4  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice. 

Before  ta'  eternal  throne. 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstasies  imknown. 

5  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  : 
Ye  happy  souls,  the  grace  adore  ; 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

Anne  Steele. 


279  c.  M. 

1  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
\Yith  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungTy,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  vvind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  aji  empty  mind, — 
197 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

3  Eternal  Wisdom  hatli  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  li\ing  streams, 

.  And  pine  away  and  die, 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Eivers  of  love  and  mercy  here, 

In  a  rich  ocean,  join  ; 
Salvation,  in  abundance,  flows 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  : 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

Isaac  Watts. 


280  c.  M. 

1  In  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth, 

In  nature's  smiling  bloom, 
Ere  age  arrives,  and  trembling  waits 
Its  summons  to  the  tomb, — 

2  Remember  thy  Creator  now  ; 

For  him  thy  powers  employ ; 
Mtike  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 
Thy  confidence  and  joy. 

3  He  shall  defend  and  guide  thy  youth 

Through  life's  uncertain  sea, 
Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  coast 
Of  blest  eternity. 
198 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

Then  seek  the  Lord  betimes,  and  choose 
The  path  of  heavenly  truth; 

This  earth  affords  no  lovelier  sight 
Than  a  religions  youth. 

Thomas  Gibbons. 


281  78  &  6s. 

1  Deoopinq  souls,  no  longer  mourn, 

Jesus  still  is  precious  ; 
If  to  him  you  now  return, 

Heaven  will  be  propitious. 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  wand'rers  near  him  ; 
Drooping  souls,  j^ou  need  not  die; 

Go  to  him  and  hear  him. 

2  He  has  pardons,  full  and  free,  ^ 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden ; 
Still  he  cries — "Come  unto  me, 

"Weary,  heavy-laden  ! ' ' 
Though  your  sins,  like  mountains  high^ 

Rise,  and  reach  to  heaven, 
Soon  as  you  on  him  rely. 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 

3  Precious  la  the  Saviour's  name. 

Dear  to  all  that  love  him  ; 
He  to  save  the  dying  came  ; — 

Gro  to  him  and  prove  him  ! 
"Wandering  sinners,  now  return ; 

Contrite  souls,  believe  him ! 
Jesus  calls  you,  cease  to  mourn : 

Worship  him ;  i-eceive  him. 

Thomas  HastiTigs. 

199 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

282  S.  M. 

1  The  Lord  declares  his  will, 

And  keeps  the  world  in  awe  ; 
Amidst  the  smoke  on  Sinai's  hill 
Breaks  out  his  fiery  law. 

2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 

And,  smiling  from  above. 
Sends  down  the  gospel  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epistles  of  his  love. 

3  These  sacred  words  impart 

Our  Maker's  just  commands, 
The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 

4  We  read  the  heavenly  word, 
,  We  take  the  oiiered  grace, 
Obey  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 

*  And  trust  his  promises. 

Isaac  Waits. 

283  c.  M. 

1  The  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  : 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear  ; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow  ; 
And  life  and  health  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come  ;  'tis  mercy's  voice ; 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, 
And  am  you  yet  delay? 
200 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

Dear  SavioTir,  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 

And  drink,  and  never  die. 

Anne  Steele. 


2S4:  c.  M. 

1  Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear ; 
Repent,  thine  end  is  nigh  ; 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far  : 
O  think  before  thou  die. 

2  Eeflect,  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  ; 

Thy  sins,  hovr  high  they  mount ! 
Y/hat  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave? 
How  stands  that  dark  account? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence ; 

His  time  there's  none  can  tell ; 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven,  or  down  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  greatest  cars, 

Shall  into  d^ast  consume  ; 
But  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there  : 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

Joseph  Hart, 


2>%^  7s.     6. 

1  Weaey  souls  that  wander  wide 
From  the  central  jjoint  of  bliss. 
Turn  to  Jesus  crucified, 

Fly  to  those  dear  wounds  of  his ; 
Sink  into  the  purple  flood  ; 
Else  into  the  life  of  God- 
20i 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

2  Find  in  Christ  the  way  of  peace, 

Peace  unspeakable,  Wknown  ; 
By  his  pain  he  gives  you  ease, 

Life  by  his  expiring  groan  : 
Rise  exalted  by  his  fall, 
Eind  in  Christ  your  all  in  all. 

3  O  believe  the  record  true : 

Grod  to  you  his  Son  hath  given  ; 
Ye  may  now  be  happy  too  ; 

Find  on  earth  the  life  of  heaven  : 
Live  the  life  of  heaven  above, 
All  the  Life  of  glorious  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 

286  7s. 

1  What  could  your  Redeemer  do, 
ISIore  than  he  has  done  for  you  ? 
To  procure  your  peaee  with  God, 
Could  he  more  than  shed  his  blood  ? 
If  your  death  were  his  delight, 
Would  he  you  to  life  invite  ? 
Would  he  ask,  beseech,  and  cry, 

"  Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die  ?" 

2  Sinners,  turn,  while  God  is  near : 
Bare  not  think  him  insincere  : 
Now,  e'en  now,  your  Sa^viour  stands, 
All  day  long  he  spreads  his  hands ; 
Cries,  ' '  Ye  vrill  not  happy  be  ; 

No,  ye  will  not  come  to  m.e — 
Me,  who  life  to  none  deny  : 
Why  "will  ye  resolve  to  die  ?  " 

3  Can  ye  doubt  if  God  is  love, 
If  to  all  his  bowels  move? 
Will  ye  not  his  word  receive? 
Will  ye  not  his  oath  believe  ? 

202 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

See,  the  suff'ring  God  appears  ; 
Jesus  weeps  ;  believe  his  tears ! 
Mingled  with  his  blood,  they  cry, 
"Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die?  " 

Charles  Wesley. 

387  7s.     D. 

1  Come,  ye  wearv'  sinners,  come. 

All  who  groan  beneath  your,  load ; 
Jesus  calls  his  wand'rers  home  ; 

Hasten  to  your  pard'ning  God. 
Come,  ye  guilty  souls,  oppressed, 

Answer  to  the  Saviour's  call : 
"  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest ; 

Come,  and  I  will  save  you  all." 

2  Burdened  with  a  world  of  grief, 

Burdened  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burdened  with  this  unbelief, 

Burdened  with  the  wrath  of  God  ; 
Lo  !  we  come  to  thee  for  ease, 

True  and  gracious  as  thou  art ; 
Kow  our  groaning  souls  release, 

Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 

CharUs  Wesley. 

288  7s.    D. 

1  SiXNEKS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  ]Maker,  asks  you  why  ! 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands. 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
-  Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die? 
203 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

2  Sinners,  turn,  wlij^  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why 
God,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Wh}',  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
^Vill  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  ! 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  einhrace  his  love  ; 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live? 
Y/hy,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  grieve  your  God,  and  die? 

Charles   Wesley. 

289  7s. 

1  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
Wisdom,  if  thou  stiii  despise. 
Harder  is  she  to  he  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  bum 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
204 


THS  GOSPEL  CALL. 

Lest  the  curse  shonld  thee  arrest 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun 


Thomas  Scott. 


290  7s. 

1  When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 

When  the  death-shades  o'er  thee  spread, 
When  is  finished  thy  ca,reer, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear? 

2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgment-day, 
When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
Say,  O,  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

3  '^Taen  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might, 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
Wliere,  O,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

4  What  shall  soothe  thy  bursting  heart, 
When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part? 
When  the  good  with  joy  are  cro^vned. 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

5  While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh. 
Quickly  to  the  Sa\'iour  fiy ;. 
Then  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer, 
Then  in  heav'n  shalt  thou  appear. 

Samuel  Francis  Smiik 


291  L.  M. 

1  Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door ! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before ; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still: 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 
205 


THS  GOSPEL  CALL. 

2  O  lovely  attitude  !  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands ; 
O  matchless  kindness !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes ! 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  Friend  indeed? 
He  will ;  the  very  Friend  you  need — 
The  Friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  di^-ine ; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  bum ; 
His  feet,  departed,  ne'er  return ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

Joseph  Grigg. 

292  L.  M. 

1  God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
And  still  n^y  soul  in  slumber  lie  ? 

2  God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  rise? 
Can  I  his  loving  voice  despise, 
And  basely  hiskind  care  repay? 
He  calls  me  still ;  can  I  delay  ? 

3  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  he  knock, 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock? 

He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 
And  shall  I  dare  his  Spirit  grieve? 
206 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

4  God  calling  yet  I  and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live? 
I  wait,  but  he  does  not  foi-sake  ; 
He  calls  me  still ;  my  lieart,  awake ! 

0  Grod  calling  yet !  I  cannot  stay  ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay  : 
Vain  world,  farewell,  from  thee  I  part ; 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen.     Tr.  hy  Jane  Borthwick. 

293  L  M 

1  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  an  injured  Father's  face  ; 

Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  bum 

Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart ; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern. 

His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return ; 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear ; 
'Tis  God  who  says,  "No  longer  mourn  ; " 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

William  Bengo  CoUyer. 

394  lis,  lOs. 

1  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  lan- 
guish, 
Come,  and  at  God's  altar    fervently 
kneel  ; 

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THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

Here  bring  your  wonnded  hearts,  here 

tell  your  anguish : 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot 
heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  Grod'sname 
saying, 
"  Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  can- 
not cure." 

3  Go  ask  the  infidel  what  hoon  he  brings 

us, 
What  charm  for  aching  hearts  he  can 
reveal, 
Sweet  as  the  heavenlypromise  hope  sings  us. 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Grod  cannot  heal. 

T/untias  Moors. 


295  c.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  who  in  Christ  believe, 

Our  common  Saviour  praise  ; 
To  him,  with  joyful  voices,  give 
The  glory  of  his  grace. 

2  He  now  stands  knocking  at  tlie  door 

Of  every  sinner's  heart : 
The  worst  need  keep  him  out  no  more. 
Or  force  him  to  depart. 

3  Through  grace  we  hearken  to  thy  voice, 

Yield  to  be  saved  from  sin  ; 
In  sure  and  certain  hope  rejoice 
That  thou  wilt  enter  in. 
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THE  GOSPEL  CALL, 

4  Come  quickly  in,  thou  heavenly  Oxiest, 
Nor  ever  hence  remove  ; 
But  sup  with  us,  and  let  the  feast 
Be  everlasting  love. 

CkarUx  Wesley, 

296  C  M, 

i  Repeat,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
No  longer  dare  delay  ; 
The  wreteh  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  The  summons  goes  through  all  the  earth : 

Let  earth  attend  and  fear  ; 

Listen,  ye  men  of  royal  birth, 

And  let  your  vassals  hear. 

3  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess  ; 
Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar ; 
For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bounds 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

297  a  M. 

1  Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 

'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sacred  word 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  vour  souls  of  ease. 
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THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

3  Yonr  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell  i 
Why  will  yon  persevere? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell. 
Shut  up  in  black  despair? 

\  "Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 
Of  sin  and  folly  go? 
In  pain  you  travel   all  your  dayjj^ 
To  reap  eternal  woe. 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  Grod  shall  live 
Through  his  abounding  grace  r 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

8  Bow  to  the  scepter  of  his  word, 
Eenouncing  every  sin ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord^ 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

298  s.  M. 

1  And  will  the  Judge  descend? 

And  must  the  dead  arise? 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 

His  all  discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face. 
Astonished,  shrink  away  ? 

3  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark,  from  the  gospel's  gentle  voice. 
What  joyful  tidings  spread ! 

4  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
210 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

299  s.  M. 

1  To-MOREOW,  Lord,  is  thine. 

Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand, 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  onr  life  away ; 
O  make  thy  servants  truly  wise. 
That  they  may  live  to-day  ! 

3  Since  on  this  winged  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken,  by  thine  almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care ; 

O  be  it  still  pursued. 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly. 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beam  should  dj; 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

"Philip  Doddridge. 

300  L.  M. 

1  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
IMercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 
2ii 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  clay  ! 

Hovv-  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  is  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring. 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair  * 

No  Sabbatli's  heavenly  light  shall  rise, 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer. 
No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

Timothy  Dwight. 


301  L.  M. 

1  Arise,  my  tend'rest  thoughts,  arise; 
To  torrents  melt,  my  streaming  eyes ; 
And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  heal. 

2  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame  ; 
See  scandals  poured  on  Jesus  name  ; 
The  Father  wounded  through  the  Son, 
The  world  abused,  the  soul  undone. 

3  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight 
Closing  in  everlasting  night. 

In  flames  that  no  abatement  know, 
Though  briny  tears  forever  flow. 

4  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene  ; 
My  spirit  yearns  o'er  dying  men  ; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim, 

And  snatch  the  fire-brands  from  the  flame. 
212 


THE  GOSPEL  GALL. 

5  But  feeljle  my  compassion  proves. 
And  can  "but  Tveep  where  most  it  loves ; 
Thy  own  all-saving  arm  employ, 
And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 

Philij)  Doddridge. 

302  c.  M. 

1  Thou  Son  of  God,  whose  flaming  eyes 

Our  inmost  thoughts  perceive. 
Accept  the  evening  sacrifice 
Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 

2  We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne, 

Aud  think  ourselves  sincere  j 
But  show  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 
Thy  real  worshiper? 

3  Is  here  a  soul  that  knows  thee  not, 

Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee  ; 
A  stranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 
His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 

4  Convince  him  now  of  unbelief, 

His  desp'rate  state  explain, 
And  fill  his  heart  with  sacred  grief, 
And  penitential  pain. 

5  Speak  with  that  voice  that  wakes  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  sleeper  rise  ; 
And  bid  his  guilty  conscience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

Charles  Wesley. 

303  c.  M. 

1  What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price, 
The  whole  creation  round? 
That  which  was  lost  in  Paradise, 
That  which  in  Christ  is  found : 
213 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

2  The  soul  of  man — Jehovah's  breath — 

That  keeps  two  worlds  at  strife  : 
Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  death, 
Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 

3  God,  to  reclaim  it,  did  not  spare 

His  well-beloved  Son ; 
Jesus,  to  save  it,  deigned  to  bear 
The  sins  of  all  in  one. 

4  The  Holy  Spirit  sealed  the  plan, 

And  pledged  the  blood  divine 

To  ransom  every  soul  of  man — 

That  price  was  paid  for  mine. 

5  And  is  this  treasure  borne  below, 

In  earthen  vessels  frail? 
Can  none  its  utmost  value  know. 
Till  flesh  and  spirit  fail? 

6  Then  let  us  gather  round  the  cross, 

That  knowledge  to  obtain  ; 
Not  by  the  soul's  eternal  loss, 
But  everlasting  gain. 

James  Montgomery, 


304  C.  M. 

i  Come,  O  thou  all- victorious  Lord, 
Thy  power  to  us  make  knovm  ; 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
And  break  these  hearts  of  stone. 

2  Convince  us  first  of  unbelief, 
And  freely  then  release ; 
Fill  every  soul  with  sacred  grief, 
And  then  with  sacred  peace. 
214 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

3  Impov'risb,  Lord,  and  then  relieve, 

And  then  enrich  the  poor  ; 
The  knowledge  of  our  sickness  give, 
The  knowledge  of  oux  cure. 

4  That  blessed  sense  of  guilt  impart, 

And  then  remove  the  load  ; 
Trouble,  and  wash  the  ti'oubled  heart 
In  the  atoning  blood. 

5  Our  desperate  state  through  sin  declare, 

And  speak  our  sins  forgiven  : 
By  perfect  holiness  prepare, 
And  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

,  CharUs  Weslej^, 


305  C.  M. 

1  Jesus,  Eedeemer  of  mankind, 

Display  thy  saving  power  ; 
Thy  mercy  let  these  outcasts  find, 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

2  Ah !  give  them.  Lord,  a  longer  space, 

Nor  suddenly  consume  ; 
But  let  ttiem  take  the  proffered  grace. 
And  Hee  the  wrath  to  come. 

J  O  wouldst  thou  cast  a  pitying  look. 
All  goodness  as  thou  art. 
Like  that  which  faithless  Peter's  broke, 
On  every  stony  heart ! 

4  Who  thee  beneath  their  feet  have  trod. 
And  crucified  afresh. 
Touch  vfith  thine  all-%'ietorious  blood, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 
215 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

5  Open  their  eyes  thy  cros-s  to  see, 

Their  ears  to  hear  thy  cries  : 
Sinner,  thy  Saviour  weeps  for  thee. 
For  thee  be  weeps  and  dies. 

6  All  the  day  long  he  meekly  stands^ 

His  rebels  to  receive  ;  [bands. 

And  shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his 
And  bids  you  turn  and  live. 

Charles  Wesley. 


306  c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord, 

Thy  blessing  we  implore  ; 
Open  the  door  to  preach  thy  word. 
The  great  effectual  door. 

2  Gather  the  onteasts  in,  and  save 

From  sin  and  Satan's  power ; 
And  let  them  now  acceptance  have. 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

3  Lover  of  souls !  thou  know^st  to  prize 

What  thou  hast  bought  so  dear : 
Come,  then,  and  in  thy  people's  eyes, 
With  all  thy  wounds  appear ! 

4  Tlie  hardness  from  their  hearts  remove^ 

Thou  who  for  all  hast  died  ; 
Show  them  the  tokens  of  thy  love, 
Thy  feet,  thy  hands,  thy  side. 

6  Ready  thou  art  the  blood  t'  apply, 
And  prove  the  record  true  ; 
And  all  thy  wounds  to  sinners  cry, 
"I  suffered  this  for  you." 

Char-les  Wesley, 

216 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL. 

307  c  M. 

1  Jesus,  thy  blessings  are  not  few, 

Nor  is  thy  gospel  weak  : 
Thy  grace  can  melt  the  stubborn  Jew, 
And  bow  th'  aspiring  Greek. 

2  Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage 

Doth  thy  salvation  flow ; 
'T  is  not  confined  to  sex  or  age, 
The  lofty  or  the  Ldw. 

3  "While  grace  is  offered  to  the  prince, 

The  poor  may  take  their  share ; 
No  mortal  has  a  just  pretense 
To  perish  in  despair. 

4  Come,  all  ye  vilest  sinners,  come  ; 

He'll  form  your  souls  anew  ; 
His  gospel  and  his  heart  have  room 
For  rebels  such  as  you. 

217  Isaac  Watts. 


SECTION  VI. 


PENITENTIAL  EXEEOISES. 


308  c.  P.  M. 

1  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  cry, 

To  thee  who  wouldst  not  have  me  die, 

But  know  the  truth  and  live : 
Open  mine  eyes  to  see  thy  face, 
Work  in  my  heart  the  saving  grace, 
The  life  eternal  give. 

2  Shut  up  in  unhelief  I  groan, 

And  blindly  serve  a  God  unknown, 

Till  thou  the  veil  remove : 
The  gift  unspeakable  impart, 
And  write  thy  name  upon  my  heart, 
And  manifest  thy  love. 

3  I  know  the  grace  is  only  thine. 
The  gift  of  faith  is  all  di\-ine ; 

But  if  on  thee  we  call. 
Thou  wilt  the  benefit  bestow. 
And  give  us  hearts  to  feel  and  know 

That  thou  hast  died  for  all. 

4  Be  it  according  to  thy  word ; 

Now  let  me  find  my  pard'ning  Lord ; 
Let  what  I  ask  be  given; 
218 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

The  bar  of  unbelief  remove, 
Open  the  door  of  faith  and  love, 
And  take  me  into  heaven  ! 

Charles  Wesley. 


309  L.  M.    D. 

1  Jesus,  my  Advocate  above, 

My  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love, 
If  now  for  me  prevails  thy  prayer, 
If  now  I  find  thee  pleading  there, 
If  thou  the  secret  wish  convey, 
And  sweetly  prompt  my  heart  to  pray, 
Hear,  and  my  weak  petitions  join. 
Almighty  Advocate,  to  thine. 

2  O  sovereign  Love,  to  thee  I  cry ! 
Give  me  thyself,  or  else  I  die  ! 

Save  me  from  death  ;  from  hell  set  free  ! 
Death,  hell,  are  but  the  want  of  thee. 
Quickened  by  thy  imparted  flame  ; 
Saved,  when  possessed  of  thee,  I  am  : 
My  life,  my  only  heaven  thou  art ; 
O  might  I  feel  thee  in  my  heart ! 

Charles   Wesley. 


310  L  M. 

1  Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live: 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  ]My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  sui-pass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

219 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ! 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  Kes, 
And  past  offenses  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  : 
Lord,  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov' ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

Isaac  Watts. 


311  C.  M. 

1  Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ; 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love ! 

How  negligent  my  fear ! 
How  low  my  hopes  of  joys  above ! 
How  few  affections  there ! 

3  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  aid  impart 

To  give  thy  word  succe&s  ; 
Write  thy  salvation  on  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 
220 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

4  Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high,     . 
Where  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 

Isaac  IVatts. 


312  c.  M. 

1  In  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
"Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me. 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair  ; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there.  ' 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said  : 

' '  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  ; 
I  die  that  thou  mayst  live. ' ' 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mysterv"  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

John  Newton. 
221 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

313  c  M 

1  O  FOR  that  tenderness  of  heart 

Which  bows  before  the  Lord, 

Acknowledging  how  just  thou  art, 

And  trembling  at  thy  v/ord  ! 

2  O  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 

"Which  from  repentance  flow  ; 
That  consciousness  of  guilt  which  fears 
The  long-suspended  blow ! 

'  3  Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give 
The  sensible  distress ; 
The  pledge  thou  wilt,  at  last,  receive, 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

Charles  Wesley. 

314  c.  M. 

1  Fathee,  I  wait  before  thy  throne; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

2  There  shed  thy  promised  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comfoii;  strong ; 
Then  shall  I  say,  "  My  Father,  God !  " 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

Isaac  Watts. 

315  C.  M. 

1  Father,  behold  with  gracious  eyes 

The  souls  before  thy  throne, 
Who  now  present  their  sacrifice, 
And  seek  thee  in  thy  Son. 

2  Well  pleased  in  him  thyself  declare, 

Thy  pard'ning  love  reveal, 
222 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

The  peaceful  answer  of  onr  prayer 
To  every  conscience  seal. 

3  Meanest  of  all  thy  servants,  I 

Those  happier  spirits  meet, 
And  mix  ^vith  theirs  my  feeble  cry, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet. 

4  On  me,  on  all,  some  gift  bestow, 

Some  blessing  now  impart ; 
The  seed  of  life  eternal  sow 
In  every  monmfal  heart. 

5  Thy  loving,  powerful  Spirit  shed, 

And  speak  our  sins  forgiven, 
Or  haste  throughout  the  lump  to  spread 
The  sanctifying  leaven. 

6  Refresh  ns  with  a  ceaseless  shower 

Of  graces  from  above, 
Till  all  receive  the  perfect  power 
Of  everlasting  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 

316  s  M. 

1  0  THAT  I  could  repent, 

With  all  my  idols  part  , 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
A  humble,  contrite  heart  : 

2  A  heart  with  grief  oppressed 

For  having  grieved  my  God  ; 

A  troubled  heart  that  can  not  rest 

Till  sprinkled  with  thy  blood. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 

The  penitent  de^sire ; 
With  true  sincerity  of  woe 
My  aching  breast  inspire ; 
223 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

4  With  soft'uing  pity  look, 

And  melt  my  hardness  down ; 
Strike  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone  ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

311  S.  M. 

1  O  THAT  I  could  repent ! 

O  that  I  could  believe ! 
Thou,  by  thy  voice  omnipotent, 
The  rock  in  sunder  cleave ; 

2  Thou,  by  thy  two-edg'd  sword. 

My  soul  and  spirit  part ; 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
And  break  my  stubborn  heart. 

3  Saviour  and  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  double  grace  bestow : 
Unloose  the  bands  of  wickedness, 
And  let  the  captive  go. 

4  Grant  me  my  sins  to  feel, 

And  then  the  load  remove  : 
Wound,  and  pour  in,  my  wounds  to  heal, 
The  balm  of  pard'ning  love. 

5  This  is  thy  vtdll,  I  know, 

That  I  should  holy  be  ; 
Should  let  my  sins  this  moment  go, 
This  moment  turn  to  thee  : 

6  O  might  I  now  embrace 

Thy  all-sufficient  power ! 
And  never  more  to  sin  give  place. 
And  never  grieve  thee  more ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

2%i 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 
318  L.  M. 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  vras  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  thee> 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot. 

To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt. 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come !  I  come ! 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come ! 

5  Just  as  I  am  thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  ; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Hath  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

Charlotte  Ellioic. 


319  S.  M. 

1  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 
15  225 


PENITENTIAL  EXEECISES. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  wond'ring  angels  see ! 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul : 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee  ! 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep  r 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear  : 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

Benjamin  Beddotne. 

320  los. 

1  Late,  late,  so  late !  and  dark  the  night, 

and  chill ! 
Late,  late,  so  late !  But  we  can  enter  still. 
' '  Too  late,  too  late!  ye  can  not  enter  now. ' ' 

2  No  light  had  we — for  that  we  do  repent, 
And  learning  this,  the  Bridegroom  will 

relent. 
"  Too  late,  too  late  !  ye  can  not  enternow." 

3  No  light !  so  late !  and  dark  and  chill  the 

night  ; 
O  let  us  in,  that  we  may  find  the  light. 
"  Too  late,  too  late  !  ye  can  not  enter  now  !" 

4  Have  we  not  heard  the  hridegroom  is  so 

sweet ! 
O  let  us  in,  though  late,  to  kiss  his  feet; 
"No!  no  I  too  late  I  ye  can  not  enternow!" 

Alfred  Tennyson. 

331  L.  M. 

i  Wherewith,  O  Lord,  shall  I  draw  near, 
And  bow  myself  before  thy  fa<;e? 
How  in  thy  purer  eyes  appear  ? 
What  shkli  I  bring  to  gain  thy  grace? 
226 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

2  Will  gifta  delight  the  Lord  most  high  ? 

Will  multiplied  oblations  please? 
Thousands  of  rams  his  favor  buy? 
Or  slaughtered  hecatombs  appease? 

3  Can  these  avert  the  wrath  of  God? 

Can  these  wash  out  my  guilty  stain  ? 
Elvers  of  oil,  and  seas  of  blood, 
Alas !  they  all  must  flow  in  vain. 

4  Whoe'er  to  thee  themselves  approve 

Must  take  the  path  thyself  hast  showed; 
Justice  pursue,  and  mercy  love, 

And  humbly  walk  by  faith  with  God. 

5  But  though  my  life  henceforth  be  thine, 

Present  for  past  can  ne'er  atone : 

Though  I  to  thee  the  whole  resign, 

I  only  give  thee  back  thine  own. 

6  What  have  I  then  wherein  to  trust ; 

I  notliing  have,  I  nothing  am  ; 
Excluded  is  my  every  boast ; 

My  glory  swallowed  up  in  shame. 

7  Guilty  I  stand  before  thy  face  ; 

On  me  I  feel  thy  wrath  abide ; 
^Tis  lust  the  sentence  should  take  place, 
'Tis  just— but  O,  thy  Son  hath  died  ! 

Charles  IV^Si'ey. 


322  c.  M, 

1  God  is  in  this  and  every  place ; 
But,  O.  bow  dark  and  void 
To  me  ! — 'Tis  one  great  wildeniess, 
This  earth  without  my  God, 


PENITENTIAL  EXEECISES. 

2  Empty  of  him  ^ho  all  tilings  fills, 

Till  he  his  light  impart, 
Till  he  his  glorions  self  reveals, 
The  veil  is  on  my  heart. 

3  O  thou  who  seest  and  know'st  my  grief. 

Thyself  unseen,  nnknown, 
Pity  my  helpless  unbelief. 
And  bre^k  my  heart  of  stone. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye, 

The  long-sought  blessing  give  ; 
And  bid  me,  at  the  point  to  die, 
Behold  thy  face  and  live. 

Charles  Wesley. 


333  c.  M. 

1  Long  have  I  seemed  to  serve  thee.  Lord, 

With  unavailing  pj^iu : 
Fasted  and  prayed,  and  read  thy  word, 
And  heard  it  preached  in  vain. 

2  Oft  did  I  vnth  th'  assembly  join, 

And  near  thy  altar  drew ; 

A  form  of  godliness  was  mine, 

The  pov/er  I  never  knew. 

3  I  rested  in  the  outward  law. 

Nor  knew  its  deep  design  : 
The  length  and  breadth  I  never  saw, 
And  height,  of  love  divine. 

4  I  see  the  perfect  law  requires 

Truth  in  the  inward  parts ; 
Our  full  consent,  our  whole  desires, 
Our  undivided  hearts. 
228 


PENITENTIAL  EXESCISES. 

5  But  I  of  means  have  made  my  l30ast, 

Of  means  an  idol  made ; 
Tlie  spirit  in  the  letter  lost, 
The  substance  in  the  shade. 

6  "Where  am  I  now  ?  what  is  mv  hope  ? 

What  can  my  weakness  do? 

Jesus,  to  thee  my  soul  looks  up  : 

'Tis  thou  most  make  it  new. 

Charles  Wesley. 

334  L.  M. 

1  A  BROKEN  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
^     To  thee  a  sacrifice  I  bring  : 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

2  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  justt 
Look  dowu.  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

3  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviours  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'niug  God- 

4  O  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song  ; 

And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

haac  Watts. 

325  L.  M. 

1  LoED,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
And  bom  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
Sprung  Irom  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Cc«Tupts  his  ra<ie,  and  taints  us  ail. 
229 


PENITENTIAL  EXEECISES. 

2  Soon  as  we  drav.^  our  infant  breathy 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death  ^ 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  we're  defiled  in  every  part. 

3  Behold!  I  fall  before  tby  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  j 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

4  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast. 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest. 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away.  , 

5  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pawer  sufficient  to  atone ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow  ; 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

6  "While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peace. 
Nor  fl^  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease. 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice^ 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

Xsaac  lyatls.. 


326  c.  M. 

1  When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death. 

Overwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear^ 
I  view  my  Maker  face  to  lace, 
O  how  shall  I  appear? 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  soul  with  inward  horror  shrink.^ 
And  trembles  at  the  thought  i 
230 


PENITENTIAL  EXEKCISES. 

3  When,  tlioa,  O  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe. 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  sonl, 
O  how  shall  I  appear? 

4  O  may  my  broken,  contrite  heart 

Timely  my  sins  lament, 
And  early  with  repentant  tears 
Eternal  vvoe  prevent. 

6  Behold  the  sorrows  of  my  heart, 
Ere  yet  it  be  too  late ; 
And  hear  my  Saxiour's  dying  groan, 
To  give  those  sorrows  weight ! 

6  For  never  shall  my  sonl  despair 
Her  pardon  to  secure, 
Who  knows  thine  only  Son  hath  died 
To  make  that  pardon  sure. 

Joseph  Addison. 


337  L.  M. 

1  O  FOE  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day. 
To  take  this  stubborn  heart  away, 
And  thaw  -svith  beams  of  love  divine 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine ! 

2  The  rocks  can  rend  ;  the  earth  can  quake 
The  seas  can  roar  ;  the  mountains  shake 
Of  feeling  all  things  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
O  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt ! 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 

231 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

4  Thy  judgments,  too,  unmoved  I  hear, 
(Amazing  thought !)  which  devils  fear  : 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  something  yet  can  do  the  deed  ; 
And  that  "blest  something  much  I  need  : 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 

And  melt  and  change  this  heart  of  mine. 

Joseph  Hart. 

338  L.  M. 

1  Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal : 
I  see  my  sin,  but  can  not  feel ; 

I  can  not,  till  thy  Spirit  blow, 
And  bid  th'  obedient  waters  flow. 

2  -Tis  thine  a  heart  of  flesh  to  give  : 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive  ; 
Here,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign  ; 

To  draw,  redeem,  and  seal ,  are  thine, 

3  With  simple  faith  on  thee  I  call. 
My  light,  my  life,  my  Lord,  my  all : 
I  wait  the  moving  of  the  pool ; 

I  wait  the  word  that  speaks  me  whole. 

4  Speak,  gracious  Lord  ;  my  sickness  cure ; 
^lake  my  infected  nature  pure : 

Peace,  righteousness,  and  joy,  impart, 
And  pour  thyself  into  my  heart ! 

Charles  Weshy. 

329  s.  M. 

1  When  shall  thy  love  constrain 
And  force  me  to  thy  breast? 
When  shall  my  soul  return  again 
To  her  eternal  rest? 
232 


PENITENTIAL  SXEECISES. 

2  Ah  !  what  avails  my  strife, 

My  T7and'riug  to  and  fro  ? 
Thou  hast  the  ^rords  of  endless  life : 
Ah!  whither  should  I  go? 

3  Thy  condescending  grace 

To  me  did  freely  more  : 
It  calls  me  still  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  etoopa  to  ask  my  love. 

4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fall; 

I  groan  to  be  set  free  ; 
I  fain  Y70iild  now  obey  the  call, 
And  give  up  all  for  thee. 

Charles  Wesley. 


330  s.  M. 

1  And  can  I  yet  delay 

My  little  all  to  give? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away. 
For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Nay,  bnt  I  yield,  I  yield  ! 

I  can  hold  out  no  more  : 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compelled, 
And  own  thee  Conqueror! 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake  ; 

My  friends,  my  all,  resign  : 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine  ! 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove : 
Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 
233 


PEXITENTIAl  EXSBCISSS. 

5  My  one  desire  be  this, 

Thy  only  love  to  know ; 
To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss. 
No  other  good  below. 

6  My  life,  my  portion  thou, 

Thou  all-sufficient  art : 
My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 
Enter  and  keep  my  heart. 

Charles   Weslev. 


331  s.  M.     Double. 

1  Ah  !  whither  should  I  go, 

Burdened  and  sick  and  faint  ? 
To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show, 

And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 
]?ily  Saviour  bids  me  come  ; 

Ah !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 

And  yet  from  him  I  stay ! 

2  What  is  it  keeps  me  back, 

From  which  I  can  not  i)art? 
Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 

Possesion  of  my  heart  ? 
Some  cursed  thing  unknown 

Must  surely  lurk  within  ; 
Some  idol  which  I  will  not  own, 

Some  secret  bosom-sin. 

3  Jesus,  the  hind 'ranee  show, 

Which  I  have  feared  to  see  ; 
And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
Y/hat  keeps  me  back  from  thee, 
234 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

Searcher  of  hearts^  in  mine 

Thy  trying  povrer  display ; 
Into  its  darkest  comers  shine. 

And  take  the  veil  av/ay. 

I  now  believe  in  thee 
Compassion  reigns  alone ; 

According  to  my  faith,  to  me 
0  let  it,  Lord,  be  done  ! 

In  me  is  all  the  bar, 

Which  thou  wouldst  fain  remove  ; 

Remove  it,  and  I  shall  declare- 
That  God  is  only  love. 

Charles  ll'esley. 


333  s  M. 

1  0  MY  oflfended  God, 

If  now  at  last  I  see 
That  I  have  trampled  on  thy  blood, 
And  done  despite  to  thee, — 

2  If  I  begin  to  wake 

Out  of  my  deadly  sleep, 

Into  thy  arms  of  mercy  take, 

And  there  forever  keep. 

3  No  other  right  have  I 

Than  what  the  world  may  claim  : 
All,  all  may  to  their  God  draw  nigh. 
Through  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Thou  hast  obtained  the  grace 

That  all  may  turn  and  live  ; 
And  lo  I  thy  offer  I  embrace. 
Thy  E&ercy  I  receive. 

Charles  Wesley. 

235 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 
333  L.  M. 

1  Father,  if  I  may  call  thee  so, 

Regard  my  fearful  heart's  desire  ; 
Remove  this  load  of  guilty  woe, 
Nor  let  me  in  my  sins  expire  ! 

2  I  tremble  lest  the  wrath  divine, 

Which  braises  now  my  wretched  soul, 
Should  bruise  this  wretched  soul  of  mine 
Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 

3  To  thee  my  last  distress  I  bring ; 

The  heightened  fear  of  death  I  find  : 
The  tyrant,  brandishing  his  sting, 
Appears,  and  hell  is  close  behind. 

4  I  deprecate  that  death  alone, 

That  endless  banishment  from  thee : 

0  save,  and  give  me  to  thy  Son, 

Y/ho  trembled,  wept,  and  bled  for  mel 

Charles  Wesley, 

334  L.  M. 

i  Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  thee, 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee  : 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin  ; 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in, 

2  Pity  and  heal  my  sin-sick  soul : 

'Tis  thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole ; 
Fall'n,  till  in  me  thine  image  shine, 
And  lost  I  am  till  thou  art  mine. 

3  What  shall  I  say  thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord,  I  am  sin,  but  thou  art  love: 

1  give  up  every  plea  beside, 

"  Lord,  I  am  lost,  but  thou  hast  died." 

Charles  Wesley. 
236 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

335  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  thy  far-extended  fame 

My  drooping  soul  exults  to  hear  ; 
Thy  name,  thy  all-restoring  name, 
Is  music  in  a  sinner's  ear. 

2  Sinners  of  old  thou  didst  receive, 

"With  comfortable  \rords,  and  kind. 
Tlieir  sorrows  cheer,  their  "v^ants  relieve, 
Heal  the  diseased,  and  cure  the  blind. 

3  And  art  thou  not  the  Saviour  still, 

In  every  place  and  age  the  same? 
Hast  thou  forgot  thy  gracious  skill, 
Or  lost  the  virtue  of  thy  name  ? 

4  All  my  disease,  mj  every  sin, 

To  thee,  O  Jesus,  I  confess : 
In  pardon.  Lord,  my  cure  begin, 
And  perfect  it  in  holiness. 

Charles  IVesley. 

336  L  M. 

1  O  THOU, whom  once  they  flocked  to  hear! 

Thy  words  to  hear,  thy  power  to  feel, 
Suffer  the  sinners  to  draw  near, 
And  graciously  receive  us  still. 

2  They  that  be  whole,  thyself  hast  said, 

No  need  of  a  physician  have  ; 
But  I  am  sick,  and  want  thine  aid. 
And  ask  thine  utmost  power  to  save. 

3  Thy  power,  and  truth,  and  love  divine, 

The  same  from  age  to  age  endure  : 
A  word,  a  gracious  word  of  thine, 
The  most  invet'rate  plague  can  cure. 
237 


PENITENTIAL  EXEBCISES. 

4  Helpless  howe'er  my  spirit  lies, 

And  long  hatli  languished  at  the  pool, 
A  word  of  thine  shall  make  me  rise, 
Shall  speak  me  in  a  moment  whole. 

Charles   IVesley. 

337  L.  M. 

1  When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  he 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee? 

The  fullness  of  thy  promise  prove, 
The  seal  of  thine  eternal  love? 

2  A  poor  blind  child  I  wander  here, 
If  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near  ; 

0  dark  !  dark !  dark  !  I  still  must  say, 
Amidst  the  blaze  of  gospel  day. 

3  Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find. 
And  cast  the  world  and  llesh  behind  ; 
Thou,  only  thou,  to  me  be  given, 

Of  all  thou  hast  in.  earth  or  heaven. 

4  When  from  the  arm  of  flesh  set  free, 
Jesus,  my  soul  shall  fly  to  thee : 
Jesus,  when  I  have  lost  my  all, 

1  shall  upon  thy  bosom  fall. 

Charles  Wesley. 

338  c.  M. 

1  O  THAT  I  could  my  Lord  receive, 

Who  did  the  world  redeem  ; 
Who  gave  his  life  that  I  might  live 
A  life  concealed  in  him  ! 

2  O  that  I  could  the  blessing  prove, 

My  heart's  extreme  desire. 
Live  happy  in  my  Saviour's  love, 
And  in  his  arms  expire ! 
238 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

3  In  answer  to  ten  thousand  prayers. 

Thou  pard'ning  God,  descend  ; 
Number  me  with  salvation's  heirs, 
My  sins  and  troubles  end. 

4  Nothing  I  ask  or  want  beside, 

Of  all  in  earth  or  heaven, 
But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  applied, 
And  live  and  die  forgiven. 

Charles  V/esley. 

339  c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  if  still  thou  art  to-day, 

As  yesterday,  the  same, 
Present  to  heal,  in  me  display 
The  virtue  of  thy  name  I 

2  If  still  thou  go'st  about  to  do 

•  Thy  needy  creatures  good, 
On  me,  that  I  thy  praise  may  show, 
Be  all  thy  vronders  showed. 

3  Now,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  call, 

Thy  miracles  repeat : 
Vrith  pitying  eyes  behold  me  fall 
A  leper  at  thy  feet. 

4  Loathsome  and  vile  and  self-abhorred, 

I  sink  beneath  my  sin ; 
But.  if  thou  wilt,  a  gracious  word 
Of  thine  can  make  me  clean. 

Charles  Wesley. 

340  C  M 

1  With:  glorious  clouds  encompassed  round, 
"Whom  angels  dimly  see, 
"Will  the  Unsearchable  be  found. 
Or  God  apnear  to  me  ? 
239 


PENITENTIAL  EXEHCISES. 

2  Will  he  forsake  his  throne  above, 

Himself  to  worms  impart? 
Answer,  thou  Man  of  grief  and  love, 
And  speak  it  to  my  heart. 

3  In  manifested  love  explain 

Thy  wonderful  design : 
What  meant  the  suffering  Son  of  man, 
The  streaming  blood  divine? 

4  I  view  the  Lamb  in  his  own  light, 

Whom  angels  dimly  see  ; 
And  gaze,  transported  at  the  sight. 
To  all  eternity. 

Charles  Wesley, 

341  c.  M. 

1  While  dead  in  trespasses  I  lie, 

Thy  quick 'ning  Spirit  give  ; 

Call  me,  thou  Son  of  Grod,  that  I 

May  hear  thy  voice  and  live. 

2  If  thou  impart  thyself  to  me, 

No  other  good  I  need  ; 
If  thou,  the  Son,  shalt  make  me  free, 
I  shall  be  free  indeed. 

3  From  sin,  the  guilt,  the  power,  the  pain, 

Thou  wilt  redeem  my  soul : 
Lord,  I  believe,  and  not  in  vain  : 
My  faith  shall  make  me  whole. 

4  I  too  with  thee  shall  walk  in  white, 

With  all  thy  saints  shall  prove 
What  is  the  length  and  breadth  and  height 
And  depth  of  perfect  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 

240 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

342  a  M. 

1  I  ASK  the  gift  of  righteousness, 

The  sin-subduing  povrer, 
Power  to  believe,  and  go  in  peace, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

2  I  ask  the  blood-bought  pardon  sealed, 

The  liberty  from  sin, 
The  grace  infused,  the  love  revealed. 
The  kingdom  fixed  within. 

3  Thou  hear'st  me  for  salvation  pray  ; 

Thou  seest  my  heart's  desire  ; 
Made  ready  in  thy  powerful  day, 
Thy  fullness  I  require. 

4  My  vehement  soul  cries  out,  oppressed, 

Impatient  to  be  freed  I 
Nor  can  I,  Lord,  nor  ^vill  I  rest, 
Till  I  am  saved  indeed. 

5  Art  thou  not  able  to  convert  ? 

Art  thou  not  willing  too  ? 
To  change  this  old  rebellious  heart. 
To  conquer  and  renew  ? 

6  Thou  canst,  thou  wilt,  I  dare  believe, 

So  arm  me  vnth  thy  power, 
That  I  to  sin  may  never  cleave, 
May  never  feel  it  more. 

Charles   IVesIey. 


343  C.  M. 

1  How  sad  our  state  bv  nature  is ! 
Our  sin  how  deep  it  stains  I 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 
16  241 


PEI^ITE:^^TIAL  EXEECISES. 

2  But  there's  a  \'oice  of  sovereign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  : 
"  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. ' ' 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief  : 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord, 
O  help  my  unbelief ! 

4  To  the  blest  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  Tvash  my  spotted  soul 
Frorn  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

Into  thy  arms  I  fall : 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
Mv  Jesus  and  my  all. 

Isaac  Watts. 


344  c.  M. 

1  Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 

And  did  ray  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
Eor  such  a  worm  as  I? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creatiire's  sin  ! 
242 


PEIiriTENTIAL  EXEECISIS. 

Thiis  might  I  hide  mj  blushiiig  face, 
While  his  deo.r  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thanklulueas, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  tO'teai-s. 

73iit  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  iove  I  o-we  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 

'Tis  all  that  1  can  da 

Isaac  Wjiziii 


345  C.  M. 

1  Fathee,  I  stret<?h  my  hands  to  thee, 

No  other  help  I  knoTv  ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me. 
Ah  '  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

2  TSTiat  did  thine  only  Son  endure. 

Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 
What  pain,  what  labor  to  secure 
My  sonl  from  end].ess  death  I 

3  O  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe. 

I  now  should  leei  thy  power  '. 
Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wouidst  retrievft, 
Nor  let  me  "wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to"  thee  I  lift 

VLj  weary,  longing  eyes: 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift ! 
My  soul  without  it  dies! 

5  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die  : 

O  spe^,  and  I  shall  live  ; 
And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie. 
Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 
243 


PEXrrENTIAL  EXEECnSES, 

8  The  "worst,  of  sinners  would  rejoice^ 
Conld  tbey  but  see  thy  face  : 

0  let  me  hear  thy  quick' ning  voicCy 
And  taste  thy  pard'ning  grace ! 

Oiar/es  Wesfey. 

34G  c.  M. 

1  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat,^ 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ', 
There  humbly  fell  before  his  feet,. 
For  none  can  perdsh  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea. 

With  this  i  venture  nigh : 
Thon  call'st  the  burdened  soul  to  thee. 
And  such,  O  Lord^  ara  L. 

3  BoTred  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin-. 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed,. 
By  wars  without,  and  fears  within. 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thon  my  Shield  and  Hiding-place^ 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side,. 

1  may  my  fierce  accuser  face. 

And  tell  him  thou  h^  died. 

5  O  wondrous  love  I  to  bleed  and  diey 

To  bear  the  cro^  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
I>Iight  plead  his  gracious  name !: 

6  "  Poor  tempest- tossed  soul,  be  still ; 

My  promised  grace  receive :" 
'Tis  Jesus  speaks — I  must,  I  will,. 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 

John  NawioK, 

244 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

347  L.  M. 

i  With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around  ; 
Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea : 
Yet  "midst  the  gioorn  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heav'nly  Tvhisper,  "Come  to  me  !' 

'J  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest, 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  fiee  : 
O  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppressed. 

How  sweet  the  bidding,  "'Come  to  me! 


I" 


3  When  against  sin  I  strive  in  vain. 

And  cannot  from  its  yoke  get  free, 
Sinking  beneath  the  heavy  chain. 
The  words  arrest  me,  ' '  Come  to  me  I" 

4  When  nature  shudders,  loath  to  part 

From  all  I  love,  enjoy,  and  see  ; 
When  a  faint  chill  ste^  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  utters,  ''  Come  to  me  !" 

.5"  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die  : 
Eartli  is  no  resting  place  for  thee  ; 
Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye  ; 
I  am  thy  portion  ;  come  to  me  l" 

Charlotte  EllicLK 


348  7s.    61. 

1  By  thy  birth  and  by  thy  tears; 
By  thy  human  griefs  and  fear-;: 
By  thy  confiict  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  ix>wer, — 
Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye; 
Savioiur,  help  me,  or  I  die. 
245 


PENITENTIAL  EXEECISES. , 

2  By  the  tenderness  that  wept 

O'er  the  grave  where  Lazarus  slept ; 
By  the  bitter  tears  that  liowed 
Over  Salem's  lost  abode, — 
Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die. 

3  By  thy  lonely  honr  of  prayer ; 
By  the  fearful  coniiict  there ; 
By  thy  cross  and  dying  cries ; 
By  thy  one  great  sacrifice, — 
Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
Savionr,  help  me,  or  I  die. 

4  By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave ; 
By  thy  power  the  lost  to  save ; 
By  thy  high,  majestic  throne  ; 
By  the  empire  all  thine  own, — 
Sa%-iour,  look  vvith  pitying  eye  ; 
Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die. 

Robert  Grant,     Alt. 

349  c.  M. 

1  PiiosTRATE.  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 

A  guilty  rebel  lies  : 
And  upward  to  thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  \<^  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears  but  thoye  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood  but  thou  hast  snilt. 
246 


PENITENTIAL  EXEECISES. 

4  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord, 
And  all  my  sins  forgive  ; 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

Samuel  Stenneti. 

350  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been,   . 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  A?,i  the  way." 

5  Lo !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lam'j 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round 
"What  a  dear  Sa'^'iour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "Behold  the  way  to  God  !" 

John  Centiick. 

247 


PEXITEXTIAL  EXERCISES. 

351  s  M 

1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  attend 

Thy  feeble  creature's  cry  ; 
And  show  thyself  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  set  me  up  on  high. 

2  From  hell's  oppressive  power 

^ly  struggling  soul  release, 
And  to  thy  Father's  grace  restore, 
And  to  thy  perfect  peace. 

3  Rivers  of  life  divine 

From  thee,  their  fountain,  flow  ; 
And  all  who  know  that  love  of  thine, 
The  joy  of  angels  know. 

4  That  thou  canst  here  forgive, 

Grant  me  to  testify  ; 
And  justified  by  faith  to  live. 
And  in  that  faith  to  die. 

Charles  Wesley. 

352  c.  M.    D. 

1  0  FOE  the  happy  days  gone  by, 

When  love  ran  smooth  and  free, 
Days  when  my  spirit  so  enjoyed 

More  than  earth's  liberty  ! 
Then  when  I  knelt  to  meditate, 

Sweet  thoughts  came  o'er  my  soul, 
Countless  and  bright  and  beautiful, 

Beyond  my  own  control. 

2  O  what  hath  locked  those  fountains  up? 

Those  visions  who  hath  stayed  ? 
What  sudden  act  has  thus  transformed 

My  sunshine  into  shade  ? 
If  this  drear  change  be  thine,  O  Lord, 

If  it  be  thy  sweet  will, 
Spare  not,  but  to  the  very  brim 

The  bitter  chalice  fill. 
248 


PENITENTIAL  EXEKCISES. 

But  if  it  hatli  been  sin  of  mine, 

O  show  that  sin  to  me. 
Not  to  get  barik  the  sweetness  lost, 

But  to  make  peace  ^vith  thee. 
One  thing  alone,  dear  Lord,  I  dread — 

To  have  a  sinful  spot 
That  separates  my  soul  from  thee. 

And  yet  to  know  it  not. 


Then,  if  this  weariness  hath  come 

A  blessing  from  on  high. 
Teach  me  to  find  the  hidden  wealth 

That  in  its  depth  may  lie ; 
So  in  this  darkness  I  may  learn 

To  tremble  and  adore, 
To  sound  my  own  vile  nothingness. 

And  thus  to  love  thee  more. 

Frederick  William  Faber. 


353  c.  M.    D. 

1  As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 

When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee, 

And  thy  refreshing  grace. 
For  thee,  my  Gk)d,  the  lining  Gk>d, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 
O  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
■    Thou  Majesty  divine? 

2  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days. 

When  thou,  O  Lord,  wast  nigh : 
When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
And  none  more  blest  than  I. 
249 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES, 

Why  restless,  "w^by  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Hope  still,  Pvod  thou  shalt  sing 
The  praise  of  him  who  is  thy  Go.l, 

Thy  Saviour,  and  thy  King. 

Tate  and  Brady,     Alt.  by  H.  F.  Lyie, 


354  78.      D. 

J  Jesv'S.  Lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  \\\y  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ! 
Hide  me.  O  my  Sa-^iour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 


2  Other  refuge  have  I  none. 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee 
Leave,  ah  I  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ! 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  : 
Cover  my  defenseless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


8  Thou,  O  airist,  art  all  I  want ; 
I\Iore  than  all  in  thee  I  find  : 
Eaise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind 
Just  and  holy  is  ihj  name  ; 
I  am  all  unrighteousness  : 
False,  and  full  of  sin,  I  am ; 
Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 
250 


PElSITEKTIAi  ESEECISES. 

4  Plenteous  grace  -with  thee  is  fonnd, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  : 
Let  the  healing  streams  aboiinrl. 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  "vrithin. 
Thon  of  life  the  fonntain  art  ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Spring  thou  up  \\-itliin  mv  heart, 

Else  to  all  eternity  ! 

Charles   IVesSe^. 


So 5  7s,  6s,  &  8s. 

1  Let  the  world  their  virtue  boast^ 

Their  works  of  righteousness  i 
I,  a  wretch  undone  and  lost, 

Am  freely  saved  by  grace  : 
Other  title  I  disclaiiVi  ,• 

This,  only  this,  is  all  my  plea, 
I  the  chief  of  sinners  am, 

But  Jesas  died  for  me. 


HajJXjy  they  whose  joys  abound, 

Like  Jordan's  swelling  stream, 
Who  their  heaven  in  Christ  have  found, 

And  give  the  praise  to  him  ; 
Meanest  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb, 

His  steps  I  at  a  distance  see : 
I  the  chief  of  sinners  am, 

But  Jesus  died  for  me. 


Jesus,  thon  for  me  hast  died^ 
And  thou  in  me  wilt  live  ; 

I  shall  feel  thy  death  applied  j 
I  shall  thy  life  receive  ; 
251 


PENITENTIAL   EXERCISES. 

Yet,  wheu  melted  in  the  flame 
Of  love,  this  shall  be  all  my  plea, 

I  the  chief  of  sinners  am, 
But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

Charles  Wesley. 

356  c.  P.  M. 

1  O  LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell  : 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable  : 

The  first-born  sous  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see  ;      ^ 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length,  the  breadth,  and  height. 

3  Grod  only  knows  the  love  of  Gk)d : 
O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart  \ 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine  ; 
This  only  i>ortion,  Lord,  be  mine  2 

Be  mine  this  better  part  \ 

4  O  that  I  could  for  ever  sit 
With  r.Iary  at  the  jMaster's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice ; 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this. 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ! 

5  O  that,  with  humbled  Peter,  I 
Could  weep,  believe,  and  thrice  reply, 

My  faithfulness  to  prove, 
252 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISER. 

"  Thou  know'st,  for  all  to  thee  is  known — 
Thou  know'st.  O  Lord,  and  thou  alone.. 
Thou  know'st  that  thee  I  love." 

6  O  that  I  could,  with  favored  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast  ! 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlasting  rest  1 

7  Thy  only  love  do  I  require, 
Nothing  in  earth  beneath  desire, 

Nothing  in  heaven  above  ; 
Let  earth,  and  heaven,  and  all  thin^  go, 
Give  me  thy  only  love  to  know. 

Give  me  thy  only  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 

357  c.  P.  M. 

1  Thou  great  mysterious  Gi^d  unknown. 
Whose  love  hath  gently  led  me  on, 

E'en  from  my  infant  days. 
]Mine  inmost  soul  expose  to  view, 
And  tell  me  if  I  ever  knew 

Thy  justifying  grace. 

2  If  I  have  only  known  thy  fear, 
And  followed,  with  a  heart  sincere. 

Thy  drawings  from  above, 
Now,  now  the  further  gra^ce  bestow. 
And  let  my  sprinkled  conscience  know 

Thy  sweet  forgiving  love. 

3  Short  of  thy  love  I  would  not  stop, 
A  stranger  to  the  gos  lel  hope, 

The  sense  of  sin  forgiven  : 
253 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

I  would  not,  Lord,  my  soul  deceive, 
"Without  the  inward  witness  live, 
That  antepast  of  heaven. 

4  Father,  in  me  reveal  thy  Son. 

And  to  my  inmost  soul  make  known 

How  merciful  thou  art  : 
The  secret  of  thy  love  reveal, 
And  by  thy  hallovring  Spirit  dwell 

For  ever  in  my  heart ! 

Charles  We  shy, 

358  c.  P.  M. 

i  O  THOU  who  hast  our  sorrows  borne, 
Help  us  to  look  on  thee  and  mourn, 

On  thee  whom  we  have  slain, 
Have  pierced  a  thousand,  thousand  times, 
And  b'V  reiterated  crimes 

Eenewed  thy  sacred  pain. 

2  Vouchsafe  us  eyes  of  faith  to  see 
The  man  transfixed  on  Calvary  ! 

To  know  \h&fi  who  thou  art, 
The  one  eternal  God  and  true ; 
And  let  the  sight  affect,  subdue, 

And  break  my  stubborn  heart. 

3  Lover  of  souls,  to  rescue  mine, 
Reveal  the  charity  divine 

That  suffered  in  my  stead  \ 
That  made  thy  soul  a  sacrifice. 
And  quenched  in  death  those  flaming  eyes, 

And  bowed  that  sacred  head. 

4  Now  let  thy  dying  love  constraia 
My  soul  to  love  its  God  again, 

Its  God  to  glorify  ! 
254 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

And  lo  !  I  come  thv  cross  to  share, 
Echo  thy  sacrificial  prayer, 
And  with  my  Saviour  die! 

Charles  Wesley. 

359  7s. 

1  Jesus,  answer  from  above, 
Is  not  all  thy  natare  love? 
Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forgetV 
Suffer  me  to  kiss  thy  feet? 

2  If  I  rightly  read  thy  heart, 
If  thou  all  compassion  art, 
Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow  ! 
Pardon  and  accept  me  now, 

3  Pity  from  thine  eye  let  fall ; 
By  a  look  my  soul  recall  ; 
Now  the  stone  to  iiesh  convert, 
Cast  a  look,  and  break  my  heart. 

4  Now  incline  me  to  repent, 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament, 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore, 
Yv^'eep,  iDelieve,  and  sin  no  more! 

Charles  Wesley. 

360  L.  51.     G  lines. 

1  Come,  O  thou  Traveler  unknovm. 

Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see ; 
My  company  before  is  gone. 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee  ; 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 

And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am  ; 

M.J  sin  and  misery  declare ; 
Thyself  hast  called  me  by  my  name, 

255 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

Look  on  thy  hands  and  read  it  there ; 
But  who,  I  ask  tliee,  who  art  thou  ? 
Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold ; 
Art  thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold  : 
Y/restling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

4  Wilt  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 

Thy  new,  unutterahle  name  ? 
Tell  me,  I  still  heseech  thee,  tell  ; 

To  know  it  now,  resolved  I  am  : 
Wrestling.  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

5  What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain, 

And  murmur  to  contend  so  long? 
I  rise  superior  to  my  pain; 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong; 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
I  shall  with  the  God-man  prevail. 

6  My  strength  is  gone,  my  nature  dies, 

i  sink  ijeneath  thy  weighty  hand  ; 
Faint,  to  revive — and  fall,  to  rise  ; 

I  fall,  and  yet  hy  faith  I  stand  : 
I  stand,  and  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

Charles  Wesley. 

361  L.  M.    61. 

1  Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak, 
But  confident  in  self-despair  ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  sx)eak  ; 
256 


PENITENTIAL  EXEECISES. 

Be  conquered  by  my  instant  prayer : 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  Love. 

2  'Ti3  Love  !  'tis  Love  !  thou  diedst  for  me; 

I  hear  thy  whisper  in  my  heart ; 
The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee  ; 

Pure,  universal  love  thon  art : 
To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move  ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

3  ^ly  prayer  hath  power  with  God ;    the 

Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ;         [grace 
Through  faith  I  see  thee  face  to  face ; 

I  see  thee  face  to  face,  and  live  ! 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove  ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

4  I  know  thee.  Saviour,  who  thou  art — 

Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  Friend  ; 
Xor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end  : 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove  ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

5  The  Sun  of  righteousness  on  me 

Hath  risen,  with  healing  in  his  wings  ; 
Withered  my  nature's  strength,  from  thee 

My  soul  its  life  and  succor  brings  ; 
My  help  is  all  laid  up  alcove  ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

6  Lame  as  I  am,  I  take  the  prey  ;      [come  ; 

Hell,  earth,   and  sin   with    ease  o'er- 
I  leap  for  joy,  pursue  my  way, 

And,  as  a  bounding  hart,  Slj  home  ; 
Through  all  eternity  to  prove 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

Charles  Wesley. 

17  257 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

363  7s 

1  'Tis  a  thing  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought : 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his?  or  am  I  not? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain. 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 

4  When  I  pray  or  hear  or  read, 

Sin  seems  mixed  with  all  I  do ; 
Ye  who  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

5  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will. 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  giieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all? 

6  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet. 

Love  the  r/ays  I  once  abhorred, 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord? 

7  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case, 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  San; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 
258 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

8  Let  me  love  thee  .more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

John  Nevjtcn. 

363  L.  M. 

1  Saviour,  I  now  with  shame  confess 
My  thirst  for  creature  happiness; 
By  base  desires  I  wronged  thy  love, 
Aid  forced  thy  mercy  to  remove. 

2  I  knew  not  that  the  Lord  was  gone; 
In  my  own  froward  will  went  on  ; 

I  lived  to  the  desires  of  men, 

And  thou  hast  all  my  wand' rings  seen. 

3  Yet,  O  the  riches  of  thy  grace  ! 
Thou,  who  hast  seen  my  evil  ways, 
Wilt  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  pardon  on  my  conscience  seal. 

4  For  this  I  at  thy  footstool  wait, 
Till  thou  my  peace  again  create — 
Fruit  of  thy  gradous  lips— restore 
My  peace,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more ! 

Charles  Wedey. 

364  c.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
■WTiere  is  the  soul-refreshing  'deir 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word? 
259 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  ! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

IViliiaffi  Ciyivper. 


365  c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  the  all-restoring  "Word, 

My  fallen  spirit's  hope, 
After  thy  lovely  likeness,  Lord, 
Ah  !  when  shall  I  wake  up  ? 

2  Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  below, 

In  heaven  above,  to  give, 
Give  me  thy  only  love  to  know, 
In  thee  to  walk  and  live. 

3  Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love ; 

In  mystic  union  join 
Me  to  thyself,  and  let  me  prove 
The  fellowship  divine. 
260 


PENITENTIAL  KXEECI8ES. 

4  Open  the  intercourse  between 
My  longing  soul  and  thee, 
Never  to  be  broke  off  again 
To  all  eternity. 

Charles  IVesley. 

366  7s,  6s,  &  8s. 

1  Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Call  back  a  Tvand'ring  sheep  ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored  ; 

On  me  be  all  loug-suff'ring  shown : 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me.  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart : 
Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 

A  poition  of  thy  grief  unknown  ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  For  thine  own  compassion's  sake, 

The  gracious  wonder  show ; 
Cast  my  sins  behind  thy  back, 

And  wash  me  white  as  snow : 
If  thy  bowels  now  are  stirred, 

If  now  I  do  myself  bemoan. 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me.  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

4  See  me,  Sa^dour,  from  above, 

Xor  saffer  me  to  die  ! 
Life,  and  happiness,  and  love. 
Drop  from  thy  gracious  eve  ' 
281 


PENITENTIAL  EXESCISES. 

Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy-  mercy  melt  me  doTm ; 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

5  Look  a.s  when  thy  languid  eye 

Was  closed  that  we  might  live  ; 
' '  Father, ' '  (at  the  point  to  die 

My  Saviour  gaspovi,)  ''  forgive !" 
Surely  with  that  dying  word 
He  turns,  and  looks,  and  cries,  "  'Tia 
done!" 
O  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 

Thou  break" st  my  heart  of  stone ! 

Charles  Wesley. 


367  S.M.^ 

1  O  THOU,  whose  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh  ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye ; 

2  See,  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  "  Eeturn?  " 

3  Shall  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet? 
O  let  not  this  last  refuge  fail, 
His  only  safe  retreat. 

4  Absent  from  thee,  my  Light, 

Without  one  cheering  ray, 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  mv  way  ! 
262 


PENITENTIAL  EXHRCISE3. 

5  On  this  benighted  heart 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine ; 
And  let  thy  voice  again  imj)art 
A  taste  of  joy  divine. 

Anne  Steele.  Alt, 


368  7s. 

i  Depth  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace, 
liODg  provoked  him  to  his  face  5 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls ; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Lo  !  I  cumber  still  the  ground  : 
LfO !  an  Advocate  is  found  !  " 

^'  Hasten  not  to  cut  him  down ; 
Let  this  barren  soul  alone. ' ' 

4  Jesus  speaks,  and  pleads  his  blood  ; 
He  disarms  the  wrath  of  God  I 
Now  my  Father's  bowels  mov«  ; 
Justice  lingers  into  love. 

5  Kindled  his  relentings  are  ; 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare ; 
Cries,  "How  shall  I  give  thee  up?  " 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

6  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands; 
Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands: 
God  is  love !  I  know,  I  feel  ; 

Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  still. 

Char  Us  Wesley. 

2S3 


PENITENTIAL  EXESCISES, 

369  c.  M. 

1  Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour's  pard'  ning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed. 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail ; 

O  make  my  soul  thy  care  ; 

I  know  thy  mercy  can  not  fail ; 

Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

John  Newton. 

370  lis,  8s. 

1  O  THOU,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 

delight. 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 
]SIy  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the 

night, 
JMy  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all ! 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  witli 

thy  sheep. 
To  feed  on  the  pastui-es  of  love? 
264 


PENITENTIAL  EXERCISES. 

Say,  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I 
weep, 
Or  alone  in  this  wilderness  rove  ? 

3  O  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from 

thee, 
Or  cry  in'the  desert  for  bread? 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows 
they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Eestore,  my  dear  Saviour,  the  light  of 

thy  face  ; 
Thy  soul-cheering  comfort  impart; 
And  let  the  sweet  tokens  of   pardoning 

grace 
Bring  joy  to  my  desolate  heart. 

Joseph  Siuain. 

371  8s.    D. 

1  How  shall  a  lost  sinner,  in  pain, 

Eecover  his  forfeited  peace  ? 
When  brought  into  bondage  again, 

"What  hope  of  a  second  release? 
Will  mercy  itself  be  so  kind 

To  spare  a  poor  rebel  like  me  ? 
And  O  can  I  possibly  find 

Such  plenteous  redemption  in  thee  ? 

2  O  Jesus,  of  thee  I  inquire. 

If  still  thou  art  able  to  save. 
The  brand  to  pluck  out  of  the  fire. 

And  ransom  my  soul  from  the  grave  ; 
The  help  of  thy  Spirit  restore, 

And  show  me  the  life-gi%-ing  blood. 
And  pardon  a  sinner  once  more. 

And  bring  me  again  unto  God. 

Charles  Wesley. 

265 


PENITENTIAL  EXEEOISES. 

312  s.  M. 

1  And  wilt  thou  yet  be  found  ? 

And  may  I  still  draw  near? 
Then  listen  to  the  plaintive  sound 
Oi  a  poor  sinner's  prayer. 

2  Jesus,  thine  aid  afford, 

If  still  the  same  thou  art : 
To  thee  I  look,  to  thee,  my  Lord ! 
Lift  up  a  helpless  heart. 

3  Thou  seest  my  troubled  breast, 

The  stragglings  of  my  will, 
The  foes  that  interrupt  my  rest, 
The  agonies  I  feel. 

4  O  my  offended  Lord, 

Eestore  my  inward  peace ; 
I  know  thou  canst:  pronounce  the  word, 
And  bid  the  tempest  cease  I 

5  I  long  to  see  thy  face, 

Thy  Spirit  I  implore, 
The  living  water  of  thy  grace, 
That  I  may  thirst  no  more. 

Charles  Wesley. 

373  s.  M. 

1  O  Jesus  !  full  of  grace. 

To  thee  I  make  my  moan  ; 
Let  me  aga^in  behold  thy  face, 
Call  home  thy  banished  one. 

2  Again  my  pardon  seal, 

Again  my  soul  restore, 
And  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 
266 


PENITENTIAL  EXEBCISES. 

3  Again  thy  love  reveal ; 

Restore  that  inward  heaven  ; 
O  grant  me  once  again  to  feel, 
Through  faith,  my  sins  forgivea  I 

4  Thy  utmost  mercy  show  ; 

Say  to  my  drooping  soul, 
''  In  peace  and  fall  assurance  go ; 

Thyiaith  hath  made  thee  whole." 
Qiarles  Weslt^. 

267 


SECTION  vn. 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 


1  JUSTIFICATION  AND  THE  NEW  BIETH. 


374  c.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ! 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  1 

2  Jtly  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  Name. 

3  Jesus !  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears,- 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelled  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

268 


JUSTIFICATIOX  AND  THE  NEW  BIRTH. 

5  He  speaks — and,  listening  to  hia  voice, 

New  lite  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  him,  ye  deaf ;  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 

Your  loosened  tongues  employ  ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy! 

Ckar/es  IVesUy. 

3T5  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  vrhich  "we  bring  ; 
Accept  thy  -well-deserved  renoTvn, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crowiL 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be 
Like  our  espousals.  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  blest  hour,  when  from  aboTe 
"We  first  received  the  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  tiat  happy  day, 
O  may  it  ever,  ever  stay  I 

Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold. 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold ! 

4  Each  foll'wing  minute,  as  it  flies. 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  raised    to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  gi-eat  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  JVatts. 

376  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are.  my  glorious  dress ; 
Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  mv  head. 
269 


CHEISTIAN  ESPERIEXCE. 

2  Bold  Ehall  I  stand  in  thy  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
Fally  absolved  through  these  I  ara, 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame- 

3  The  holy,  meek,  nnspotted  Lamb, 
Who  from  the  Father's  bosom  came, 
Who  died  for  me,  e'en  me,t'  atone, 
Now  for  my  Lord  and  God  I  own. 

4  Lord,  I  believe  thy  precious  blood, 
Which,  at  the  mercy-seat  of  God, 
Forever  doth  for  sinners  plead, 
For  me,  e'en  for  my  soul,  was  shed. 

5  lord,  I  believe  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore. 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid, 
For  ALL  a  full  atonement  made. 

Count  Zinzendorf,     Tr.  by  John  WesUy. 


377  L.  M. 

1  Author  of  faith,  eternal  Word, 

Whose  Spirit  breathes  the  active  flame. 
Faith,  like  its  Finisher  and  Lord, 
To-day,  as  yesterday,  the  same  ; 

2  To  thee  our  humble  hearts  aspire, 

And  ask  the  gift  unspeakable  ; 
Increase  in  us  the  kindled  fire, 
In  us  the  work  of  faith  fulfill. 

3  By  faith  we  know  thee  strong  to  save ; 

(Save  us,  a  present  Saviour  thou  !) 
Whate'er  we  hope,  by  faith  we  have  ; 
Future  and  past  subsisting  now. 
270 


JUSTiriCATIOX  AXD  THE  NEW  BIRTH. 

4  To  him  that  in  thy  name  helieves, 

Eternal  life  with  thee  is  given  ; 
Into  himself  he  all  receives — 
Pardon  and  holiness  and  heaven. 

5  The  things  unknown  to  feeble  sense, 

Unseen  by  reason's  glimmering  ray, 
With  strong,  commanding  evidence, 
Their  heavenly  origin  display. 

6  Faith  lends  its  realizing  light. 

The  clonds  disperse,  the  shadows  fly, 
Th'  Invisible  appears  in  sight. 
And  God  is  seen  by  mortal  eye. 

Charles  Wesley. 

378  L.  M.     6  lines. 

1  Xow  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 

Sure  my  soul's  anchor  may  remain  ; 
The  wounds  of  Jesus — for  ray  sin 

Before  the  world's  foundation  slain, 
Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay, 
V/hen  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  away. 

2  Father,  thine  everlasting  grace 

Our  scanty  thoughts  surpasses  far: 
Thy  heart  still  melts  with  tenderness ; 

Thy  arms  of  love  still  open  are, 
Eeturning  sinners  to  receive. 
That  mercy  they  may  taste,  and  live. 

3  0  Love,  thou  bottomless  abyss ! 

My  sins  are  swallowed  up  in  thee; 
Covered  is  my  unrighteousness, 

In  or  spot  of  guilt  remains  on  me, 
While  Jesus'  blood,  through  earth  and 

skies, 
Mercy,  free,  boundless  mercv,  cries ! 
271 


CHEIBTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

4  By  faith  I  plunge  me  in  this  sea; 

Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
Hither,  when  hell  assails,  I  flee ; 

I  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast : 
Away,  sad  doubt,  and  anxious  fear, 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

5  Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'ermy  head . 

Though     strength     and     health    and 
friends  be  gone, 
Though  joys  be  withered  all  and  dead. 

Though  every  comfort  be  withdrawn ; 
On  this  my  steadfast  soul  relies, 
Father,  thy  mercy  never  dies. 

6  Fixed  on  this  ground  will  I  remain. 

Though  my  heart  fail,  and  flesh  decay ; 
This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain, 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away  ; 
Mercy's  full  power  I  then  shall  prove, 
Loved  with  an  everlasting  love. 

John  Andrew  Rothe.     Tr.  by  John  Wesley. 

379  s.  M. 

1  0  BLESSED  souls  are  they 

Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er! 

Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 

Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care . 
Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound  ; 
Till  I  confessed  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

272 


JUSTIFICATIOX  A^T)  THE  NEW  BIRTH. 

4  Let  sinners  leam  to  pray, 

L<;t  saints  keep  near  the  throne ; 
OoT  help  in  times  of  deep  distress 
Is  found  in  God  alone, 

haa-c  Wattz, 

380  s.  M. 

i  How  can  a  sinner  know 

His  sins  on  earth  forgiven? 
How  can  my  gracious  Saviour  sho-vr 
My  name  inscribed  in  heaven  ? 

2  What  we  have  felt  and  seen, 

With  coniidence  we  tell ; 
And  publish  to  the  sons  of  men 
The  signs  infallible, 

3  We  who  in  Christ  "believe 

That  he  for  us  hath  died, 
We  all  his  unknown  peace  receive. 
And  feel  his  blood  applied. 

4  Exults  our  rising  soul, 

Disburdened  of  her  load, 
And  swells  unutterably  full 
Of  glory  and  of  God. 

Charles  Wesley. 

381  s.  M. 

1  XoT  with  our  mortal  eyes 

Have  we  beheld  the  Lord; 

Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 

And  love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 
18  273 


CHETSTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

3  And  Tvhen  Tve  taste  thy  love, 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heaven  begins  below. 

Isaac  1^'cjUs. 

383  s.  M. 

1  Behold  !  what  wondrons  grace 

The  Father  hath  bestowed 

On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 

To  call  them  sons  of  God  ! 

2  Nor  does  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure. 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin. 
As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

Isaac  Watis.. 

383  s.  M. 

1  We  by  his  Spirit  prove. 

And  know  the  things  of  God, 
The  things  which  freely  of  his  love 
He  hath  on  us  bestowed. 

2  His  Spirit  ne  he  gave, 

Who  dwells  in  us,  we  know ; 
The  witness  in  ourselves  we  have, 
And  all  its  fruits  we  show. 
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JUSTIFICATION  AND  THE  XEW  EIETH. 

3  Our  nature's  turned,  onr  mind 
Transformed  in  all  its  povrers  ; 
And  both  the  vritnesses  are  joined, 
The  Spirit  of  God  with  ours. 

1  Whate'er  onr  pard'ning  Lord 
Commands,  we  gladly  do  ; 
A.nd,  guided  by  his  sacred  word, 
"We  all  his  steps  pnrsne. 

T)  His  glory  our  design, 

We  live  our  God  to  please  ; 
And  rise,  Tvith  filial  fear  divine, 
To  perfect  hoUness. 

Charles  Wesley.    Alt. 

384  c.  p.  M. 

1  Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound. 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  : 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
' '  The  sinner  must  be  bom  agaiu, " 
Or  drink  in  endless  woe. 

2  I  heard  the  law  its  thundei-s  roll, 
"While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul — 

A  vast  oppressive  load  ; 
All  creature-aid  I  saw  was  vain  ; 
" The  sinner  must  be  bom  again," 
Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  tempter's  snare  ; 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
' '  The  sinner  must  be  bom  again, ' ' 
I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 
275 


CHEISTIAN  EXPERISXCB. 

4  But  Avhile  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
The  gracious  Saviour  passed  that  "way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
The  sinner,  once  by  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

Samson  Occum. 

385  7s. 

1  Hark,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee : 

*'  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me? 

2  "I  delivered  thee  when  bound. 

And,  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound; 
Sought  thee  wand' ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "Can  a  mother's  tender  care 

Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be. 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 

Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  ])eneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  ' '  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 

When  the  work  of  faith  is  done  ; 
Partaer  of  my  throne  shalt  be  : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore : 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

William  Coivper, 

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JTSTIFICATIOX  AND  THE  NEW  BIRTH. 

386  H.  M. 

1  Abise,  my  soTil,  arise, 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears : 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race. 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Eeceived  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me  : 
•  ■  Forgive  him,  O  forgive, ' '  they  cry, 
■ '  Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die ! " 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  Anointed  One  ; 
He  caimot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood. 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  Gnxi. 

5  ?ily  God  is  reconciled, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear ; 
'^'ith  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And,  "Father,  Abba,  Father,"  cry. 

Ckarlcs  Wesley, 
277 


CHEISTIAX  EXPERIENCE. 
387  L.  M. 

1  Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
Through  all  the  courts  of  paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 

To  see  an  heir  of  glory  laorn  ? 

2  "With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  %dew 
The  holy  soul  he  formed  anew  ; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

Isaac  Waits. 

388  c.  M. 

1  O  'tis  delight  without  alloy, 

Jesus,  to  hear  thy  name  : 
]\Iy  spirit  leaps  with  inward  joy, 
I  feel  the  sacred  flame. 

2  My  passions  hold  a  pleasing  reign, 

When  love  inspires  my  breast — 
Love,  the  divinest  of  the  train. 
The  sovereign  of  the  rest. 

3  This  is  the  grace  must  live  and  sing, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease. 

And  sound  from  every  joyful  string 

Through  all  the  realms  of  bliss. 

4  Let  life  immortal  seize  ray  clay  ; 

Let  love  refine  my  blood  ; 
Her  flames  can  bear  my  soul  away, 
Can  bring  me  near  my  God. 

278 


JUSTIFICATION  AND  THE  NEW  BIETH. 

5  Swift  I  ascend  the  heavenly  place, 

And  hasten  to  my  home  ; 
I  leap  to  meet  thy  kind  eaibrace, 
I  come,  O  Lord,  I  come  ! 

6  Sink  down,  ye  separating  hilla, 

Let  sin  and  death  remove  ; 
'Tis  love  that  drives  my  chariot  wheels. 
And  death  must  yield  to  love. 

Isaac  IVaUs. 


389  8,7,4 

1  0  THor  God  of  my  salvation, 
My  Redeemer  from  all  sin, 
Moved  by  thy  divine  compassion, 
Who  hast  died  my  heart  to  win, 

I  will  praise  thee, 
Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin  ? 

3  Though  unseen,  I  Love  the  Saviour : 
He  hath  brought  salvation  near, 
Manifests  his  pard'ning  favor  ; 
And,  when  Jesus  doth  appear, 

Soul  and  body 
Shall  his  glorious  image  bear. 

3  While  the  angel  choirs  are  crying, 
"Glory  to  the  great  I  AM  I '' 

I  with  them  ^vilL  still  be  ^ylng, 
*' Glory  I  glory  to  the  Lamb  !  " 

O  how  precious 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name ! 

4  Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us  ; 

Unperceived  they  mix  the  throng, 
"^Vond'ring  at  the  love  that  crowned  us. 
279 


CHRISTIAN  EXPEEIENCE. 

Glad  to  join  the  holv  song : 

Hallelujah ! 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong ! 

5  Now  I  see,  with  joy  and  wonder, 
Whence  the  gracious  spring  arose  ; 
Angel  minds  are  lost  to  lender 
Dying  love's  mysterious  cause  ; 

Yet  the  blessing, 
Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows. 

Tlicmas  Olivers. 

390  c.  M. 

1  What  shall  I  do  my  God  to  love  ? 

My  losing  God  to  praise?  [prove. 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height  to 
And  depth  of  sovereign  grace  ? 

2  Thy  sovereign  grace  to  all  extends, 

Immense  and  unconfined; 
From  age  to  age  it  never  ends; 
It  reaches  all  mankind. 

3  Throughout    the    world    its   breadth    is 

Wide  as  infinity —  [known. 

So  wide  it  never  passed  by  one, 
Or  it  had  passed  by  me. 

4  The  depth  of  all-redeeming  love 

What  angel  tongue  can  tell  ? 
0  may  I  to  the  utmost  prove 
The  gift  unspeakable ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

391  7s,  6s,  7,  8.  _ 

1  Vaix,  delusive  world,  adieu, 
With  all  of  creature   goodl 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue. 
ViTho  bought  me  with  his  blood  \ 
280 


JUSTIFICATION  AND  THE  NEW  BIRTH. 

All  thy  pleasures  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride  : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesua  crucified. 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 

'Tis  all  but  vanity  ; 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me  ! 
Me  to  save  from  endless  woe 

The  sin-atoning  Victim  died  : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  cracified. 

3  Here  will  I  set  up  my  rest ; 

My  fiuctuating  heart 
From  the  haven  of  his  breast 

Shall  never  tnore  depart : 
Whither  should  a  sinner  go? 

His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide: 
Only  Jesus  vrill  I  kno^r, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end  ; 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide: 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

5  O  that  I  could  all  invite 

This  saving  truth  to  prove, 
Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the  height, 
And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ! 
281 


CHEISTIAN  EXPEDIENCE. 

Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied  : 

Only  Jesus  vrill  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified. 

Charles  Wesley. 

392  c.  M. 

1  Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 

In  nature's  barren  soil; 
All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 
Is  vanity  and  toil. 

2  But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grace, 

And  made  his  glories  known, 
There  fruits  of  heavenly  joy  and  peace 
Are  found — and  there  alone. 

3  A  bleeding  Sa^dou^  seen  by  laith, 

A  sense  of  pard'ning  fove, 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Give  joys  like  those  above. 

4  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  veil, 

To  know  that  God  is  mine, 
Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 
Unspeakable,  di^'ine ! 

5  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy 

And  sanctify  the  mind ; 
Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high. 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

John  Newton. 

393  c.  M. 

1  Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue ; 
It  has  no  charms  for  me  : 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 


JUSTIFICATION  AND  THE  NEW  BIBTH. 

2  Its  pleasures  can  no  longer  please, 

Xor  happiness  afford  : 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Xow  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  "by  the  light  of  ojjening  day 

The  stars  are  all  concealed, 
So  eai-thly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice  ; 

I  bid  them  all  depart : 
His  name,  his  love,  his  gracious  voice, 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 

John  Newton. 

394  L.  M. 

1  I  THIEST,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
To  wash  me  in  thy  cleansing  blood. 

To  dwell  within  thy  wounds  ;  then  pain 
Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

2  Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Fore%er  closed  to  all  but  thee ! 

Seal  thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

3  How  blest  are  tbey  who  still  abide 
Close  sheltered  in  thy  bleeding  side! 
Who  life  and  strength  from  thence  derive. 
And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 

4  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death. 
Till  thou  thy  quick' ning  Spirit  breathe  ? 
Tbou  giv'st  the  power  thy  grace  to  move; 
O  wondrous  erace  !  O  boundless  love  ! 

Count  Zi'nzendorf.    Tr.by  John  Wesley. 

283 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

395  L.  M. 

1  How  can  it  be,  thou  heavenly  King, 
That  thou  shouldst  us  to  glory  bring? 
Make  slaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne. 
Decked  with  a  never-fading  crovm ! 

2  Hence  our  hearts  melt,  our  eyes  o'erflow,, 
Our  vs^ords  are  lost ;  nor  will  we  know, 
Nor  will  we  think  of  aught  beside, 

' '  My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucified. ' ' 

3  Ah  !  Lord,  enlarge  our  scanty  thought. 
To  know  the  wonders  thou  hast  wrought; 
Unloose  our  stamm'ring  tongues  to  tell 
Thy  love  immense,  unsearchable  ! 

4  First-born  of  many  l>rethren  thou, 
To  thee,  lo  !  all  our  souls  we  bow ; 

To  thee  our  hearts  and  hands  we  give ; 
Thine  may  we  die,  thine  may  we  live! 

Count  Zinzendorf.     Tr.  by  John  Wesley. 

39G  L.  M. 

1  Happy  the  man  that  finds  the  grace, 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race, 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above , 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy  beyond  descrix)tion  he 

Y\^ho  knows,  '*  The  Saviour  died  for  me!  " 
The  gift  unspeakable  obtains. 
And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 

3  Wisdom  divine !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  nierchandise  ? 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  dross  compared  to  her. 

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JUSTIFICATION  AND  THE  NEW  BIETH. 

4  Her  liands  are  filled  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches,  and  immortal  praise — 
Kiches  of  Christ  on  all  bestowed, 

And  honor  that  descends  from  God. 

5  To  pnrest  joys  she  ail  invites. 
Chaste,  holy,  spiritual  delights ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  flowery  paths  are  peace. 

6  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains  ; 
Thrice  happy  who  his  guest  retains  : 
He  owiLS,  and  shall  forever  own, 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heaven  are  one. 

Charles  Wesley. 

397  L.  M. 

1  LoBD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 

Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardoned  sin ! 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea. 
Their  minds  have  heaven   and   peace 
within. 

2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads. 

Made  up  of  innocence  and  love ; 
And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  j  oys  come  on , 

But  fly  not  half  so  fast  away  ; 
Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon. 
And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heavenly  hills. 

Where  groves  of  living  pleasures  grow! 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  smiles 
Sit  undisturbed  upon  their  brow. 
285 


CHRISTIAN  EXPEEIENCE. 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  onr  golden  toys, 

But  spend  the  day  and  share  the  night 
In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys 
That  Heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 

Isaac  Watts. 

398  6s,  4s. 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine  ; 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
O  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine! 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ! 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire  ! 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread^ 
And  griefs  around  me  spread. 

Be  thou  my  Guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day. 
Wipe  sorrow's  ter;rs  away. 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  Wlien  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Saviour,  tl..'n,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
O  bear  me  safe  alcove, 

A  ransomed  sovj. !  Ray  Palmer. 

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JUSTIFICATION  AND  THE  NEW  BIRTH 

399  c.  p.  M. 

1  How  happv  are  the  new-bom  race, 
Partakers  of  adopting  grace  ! 

How  pnre  the  bliss  thej  share  ! 
Hid  from  the  world  and  all  its  eves, 
Within  their  hearts  the  blessing  lies, 

The  spirit  feels  it  there. 

2  The  moment  we  believe,  'tis  onrs  ; 
And  if  we  love  with  all  onr  powers 

The  God  from  whom  it  came, 
And  if  we  serve  with  hearts  sincere, 
'Tis  still  discernible  and  clear, 

An  imdispnted  claim. 

3  But  ah !  if  foul  and  willful  sin 
Stain  and  dishonor  us  within, 

Farewell  the  joy  we  knew; 
Again  the  slaves  of  natnre's  sway, 
In  labyrinths  of  sin  we  stray, 

Withont  a  guide  or  clew. 

4  The  chaste  and  pnre  who  fear  to  grieve 
The  gracions  Spirit  they  receive , 

His  work  distinctly  trace: 
And,  strong  in  nndissembled  love. 
Boldly  assert  and  clearly  prove 

Their  hearts  his  dwelling-place. 

5  O  Messenger  of  dear  delight, 
"Whose  voice  dispels  the  deepest  night, 

Sweet  peace-proclaiming  Dove! 
With  thee  at  hand  to  soothe  onr  pains, 
No  wish  nnsatistied  remains, 

No  task  but  that  of  love. 

Madame  Guvon.     Tr.  bv  Williatn  Coivper. 

287 


CnRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE 

400  Ss,  7s.     D. 

1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend  : 
Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood  : 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  vTith  God. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie ; 
"While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Floating  in  his  languid  eye : 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven. 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze  : 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace ! 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing. 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe  ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death. 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go  ; 
Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing 

And  himself  more  deeply  know. 

James  Allen.     Alt.  by  Walter  Shirley. 

401  c.  M. 

1  My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights. 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights ! — 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun ; 

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JUSTIFICATION  AND  THE  NEW  BIETH. 

Thon  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  thon  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
If  Jesus  show  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whisper  I  am  his. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  hea\-y  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  : 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Would  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 

Isaac  iVatts. 

402  5s,  6s,  9s 

1  How  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above? 
Tongue  cannot  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love ! 

2  That  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 
When  my  heart  it  believed, 
What  a  joy  I  received, 

What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name  i 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 
Than  fall  at  his  feet, 
And  the  story  repeat, 

And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 
19  289 


CHEISTIAN  EXPERIE2TCE, 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song : 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see ! 
He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 
He  hath  suffered  and  died, 

To  redeem  a  poor  rebel  like  me. 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love 
I  was  carried  above 

All  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain ; 
I  could  not  believe 
Tliat  I  ever  should  grieve. 

That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  I  rode  on  the  sky, 
Freely  justified  I, 

Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat : 
My  soul  mounted  higher 
In  a  chariot  of  fire. 

And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  O  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which  I  ielt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 
Of  my  Saviour  possessed, 
I  was  perfectly  blest, 

As  if  filled  with  the  fullness  of  God. 
Charles  Wesley. 

403  C.  M.  D. 

I  Jehovah,  God  the  Father,  bless, 
And  thy  own  work  defend  ! 
With  mercy's  outstretched  arms  embrace, 

And  keep  us  to  the  end : 
Preserve  the  creatures  of  thy  love, 

By  providential  care 
Conducted  to  the  realms  above, 
To  sing  thy  goodness  there  ! 
290 


JUSTIFICATION  AND  THE  NEW  BLETH. 

2  Jehovah,  God  the  Son,  reveal 

The  brightness  of  thy  face, 
And  all  thy  pardoned  people  fill 

With  plenitude  of  grace  ! 
Shine  forth  with  all  the  Deity, 

Which  dwells  in  thee  alone ; 
And  lift  us  up,  thy  face  to  see, 

On  thy  eternal  throne. 

3  Jehovah,  God  the  Spirit,  shine, 

Father  and  Son  to  show! 
Yrith  bliss  ineffable,  divine, 

Our  ravished  hearts  o'erflow ! 
Sure  earnest  of  that  happiness 

Which  human  hope  transcends, 
Be  thou  our  everlasting  peace, 

When  grace  in  glory  ends! 

Charles  Wesley. 

404  lOs,  lis, 

1  All  praise  to  the  Lamb  !  Accepted  I  am, 
I'm  bold  to  believe  on  my  Jesus'sname  : 
In  him  I  confide,  His  blood  is  applied  ; 
For  me  he  has  suffered,  for  me  he  has  died. 

2  Not  a  doubt  can  arise  To  darken  the  skies. 
Or  hide  for  a  moment  my  Lord  from  mine 

eyes  : 
In  him  I  am  blessed,  I  lean  on  his  breast. 
And  lo  !  in  his  wounds  I  continuallv  rest. 

Charles  IVeclcy. 

405  7s. 

1  Sons  of  God,  exulting  rise, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies ; 
See  the  prodigal  is  come  ; 
Welcome  now  the  wand'rer  home  ! 
291 


CHEISTIAX  EXPERIENCE. 

2  Strive  in  joy,  with  angels  strive; 
He  vras  dead,  but  now's  alive! 
Loud  repeat  the  glorious  sound. 
He  was  lost,  but  now  is  found ! 


3  Now  the  gracious  Father  smiles ; 
Now  the  Saviour  boasts  his  spoils  ; 
Now  the  Spirit  grieves  no  more  ; 
Sing,  ye  heavens  ;  and  earth,  adore  ! 

Charles   Wesley. 


406  7s 

1  Jesus  is  our  common  Lord, 
He  our  loving  Sa^■iour  is  ; 
By  his  death  to  lite  restored, 
Mis'ry  we  exchange  for  bhss- 


2  Bliss  to  carnal  minds  unknown  : 
O  'tis  more  than  tongue  can  tell ! 
Only  to  believers  shown. 
Glorious  and  unspeakable. 


3  Christ,  our  Brother  and  our  Friend, 

Shows  us  his  eternal  love  : 
Never  shall  our  triumphs  end, 
Till  we  take  our  seats  above. 

4  Let  us  walk  with  him  in  white, 

For  our  bridal  day  prepare, 
For  our  partnership  in  light. 
For  our  glorious  meeting  there ! 

Chetrles  Wesley. 

292 


SANCTIFICATIOX. 


2.  ENTIRE  SANCTIFICATION  AND  PERFECT  LOVE 


40?  C.  M. 

1  Let  him  to  "whom  we  no^v  belong 

His  sovereign  right  assert, 
And  take  up  every  thankful  song. 
And  every  loving  heart 

2  He  justly  claims  us  for  his  ovm, 

Who  bought  us  with  a  price : 
The  Christian  lives  to  Christ  alone, 
To  Christ  alone  he  dies. 

3  Jesus,  tMne  own  at  last  receive. 

Fulfill  our  hearts'  desire ; 

And  let  us  to  thy  glory  live. 

And  in  thy  cause  expire ! 

4  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign  ; 

With  joy  we  render  thee 
Our  all,  no  longer  ours,  but  thine 
To  all  eternity. 

Charles  Wesley. 

408  c.  M. 

1  Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea^ 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 
293 


CHRISTIAN  EXPEEIEXCE. 

3  V/asli  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own ; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ; 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone — 

My  hands,  my  he^,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve, 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

Charles  IVesicy. 


409  L.  M.     6  L 

1  Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me 

No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  deolare 
O  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 

And  reign  without  a  rival  there  I 
Thine  wholly,  thine  alone,  I  am  ; 
Be  thou  alone  my  constant  fiame. 

2  0  giunt  that  nothing  in  my  soul 

May  dvrell,  but  thy  pure  love  alone  : 
O  may  thy  love  possess  me  whole, 

My  joy,  my  tiieasure,  and  my  crown  ! 
Strange  flames  far  from  my  heart  remove : 
My  every  act,  word,  thought,  be  love. 

3  O  Love,  how  cheering  is  thy  ra,y  ! 

All  pain  before  thy  presence  iiies  ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away, 

Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arise : 
O  Jesus,  nothing  may  I  see. 
Nothing  desire,  or  seek,  but  thee  ? 

4  Unwearied  may  I  this  pursue, 

Dauntless  to  the  high  prize  aspire ; 
Hourly  mthin  my  soul  renew 
294 


SANCTIFICATION'. 

This  holy  flame,  this  heavenly  fire ; 
And  day  and  night  he  all  my  care 
To  guard  the  sacred  treasure  there. 

Paul  Gerhardt.     Tr.  by  John  rVesley. 

410  c.  ii. 

1  My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day, 

And  make  it  always  thine  ; 
That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  stray, 
No  more  from  thee  decline. 

2  Before  the  cross  of  him  who  died, 

Behold,  I  prostrate  fall; 
Let  every  sin  be  crucified, 
Let  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

3  Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word, 

To  thee  be  ever  given  ; 
Then  life  shall  be  thy  service.  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven. 

Matthew  Bridg^^. 

4il  C.  M. 

1  Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains, 

To  all  thy  people  known  ; 
A  rest  where  pure  en.ioyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  loved  alone : 

2  A  rest  where  all  our  soul's  desire 

Is  fixed  on  things  above  ; 
TVTiere  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire. 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  O  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 

Believe,  and  enter  in! 
Now,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin. 
295 


CHEISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart, 
This  unbelief  remove  ; 
To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 
The  Saljbath  of  thy  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 

412  c.  M. 

1  I  WOULD  be  thine,  thou  know'st  I  vsrould, 

And  have  thee  all  m}^  own  ; 
Thee,  O  my  all-sufificient  Good, 
I  want,  and  thee  alone. 

2  Th}^  name  to  me,  thy  natxire  grant ! 

This,  only  this,  be  given  : 
Nothing  besides  my  God  I  want, 
Nothing  in  earth  or  heaven. 

3  Come,  0  my  Saviour,  come  away, 

Into  my  soul  descend ; 
No  longer*  from  thy  creature  stay, 
My  Author  and  my  End. 

4  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

And  seal  me  •thine  abode  ; 
Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lost. 
Let  all  be  lost  in  Grod  ! 

Charles  V/esley. 

413  c.  M. 

1  I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  ever  prays  for  me  ; 
A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  I  find  him  lifting  up  my  head  ; 

He  brings  salvation  near ; 
His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  he  will  soon  appear. 
296 


SANCTIFICATION. 

3  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be  ; 

What  can  withstand  his  will  ? 
The  counsel  of  his  grace  in  me 
He  surely  shall  fuLfilL 

4  Jesus.  I  hang  upon  thy  word  ; 

I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  return  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  thyself  receive. 

Charles   Wesley. 

414  C.  M. 

1  When  Christ  doth  in  my  heart  appear, 

And  love  erects  its  throne, 
I  then  enjoy  salvation  here, 
And  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

Of  paradise  possessed, 

I  taste  unutterable  bliss, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

3  The  bliss  of  those  that  fully  dwell. 

Fully  in  thee  believe, 
'Tis  more  than  angel-tongues  can  tell, 
Or  angel-minds  conceive. 

4  Thou  only  know'st  who  didst  obtain, 

And  die  to  make  it  known  : 
The  great  salvation  now  explain. 
And  perfect  us  in  one. 

Charles   Wesley. 

415  7s 

1  Loving  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb, 
In  thy  gracious  hands  I  am; 
Make  me.  Saviour,  what  thou  art ; 
Live  thyself  within  my  heart. 
297 


CHBISTXAN  EXPERIENCE. 

I  shall  tlien  show  forth  thy  praise, 
Serve  thee  all  my  happy  days; 
Then  the  world  shall  always  sec 
Christ,  the  holy  Child,  in  me. 

Charles  IVe^liy^ 


416  6s  &  43. 

1  More  love  to  thee,  0  Christ, 

More  love  to  thee  ! 
Hear  thou  the  prayer  I  make, 

On  bended  knee ; 
This  is  my  earnest  plea, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee ! 

2  Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 

Sought  peace  and  rest ; 
Now  thee  alone  I  seek, 

Give  what  is  best : 
This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee  ! 

3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 

Send  grief  and  pain  ; 
Sweet  are  thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain, 
When  they  can  sing  with  me, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee ! 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath 

Whisper  thy  praise ; 
This  be  the  parting  cry 
My  heart  shall  raise, 
298 


SANCTIFICATION. 

This  still  it3  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  0  Christ,  to  thee, 
More  love  to  thee ! 

Elizabeth  Payson  Prentiss. 

417  S.  M. 

1  The  thing  my  God  doth  hate. 

That  I  no  more  may  do  ; 
Thy  creature,  Lord,  again  create, 
And  all  my  soul  renew. 

2  My  soul  shall  then,  like  thine, 

Abhor  the  thing  unclean,    • 
And,  sanctified  by  love  divine, 
For  ever  cease  from  sin. 

8  That  blessed  law  of  thine, 
Jesus,  to  me  impart ; 
The  Spirit's  law  of  life  divine, 
O  write  it  in  my  heart ! 

4  Implant  it  deep  within, 

Whence  it  may  ne'er  remove. 
The  law  of  liberty  from  sin, 
The  perfect  law  of  love. 

5  Thy  nature  be  my  law, 

Thy  spotless  sanctity ; 
And  sweetly  every  moment  draw 
My  happy  soul  to  thee. 

Charles  IVcchy, 

418  s.  M. 

1  Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  our  Gr>d  ; 
The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs ; 
Their  soul  is  his  abode. 
290 


CHRISTIAN  EXPEEIENCE. 

2  Still  to  the  lowly  soul 

He  doth  himself  impart, 
And  for  his  temple  and  his  throne 
Selects  the  pure  iu  heart. 

3  Lord,  we  thy  presence  seek, 

May  ours  this  blessing  be  ; 
O  give  the  pure  and  lowly  heart,— 
A  temple  meet  for  thee. 

John  Keble. 

419  C.  M. 

1  O  HOW  the  love  of  God  attracts 

And  draws  the  heart  from  earth, 
And  sickens  it  of  passing  shows, 
And  dissipating  mirth ! 

2  'Tis  not  enough  to  save  our  souls. 

To  shun  the  eternal  fires  ; 
The  love  of  God  will  rouse  the  heart 
To  more  sublime  desires. 

3  O  cherish  but  the  love  of  God 

Down  in  your  heart  of  hearts, 
And  see  how  from  the  world  at  once 
All  tempting  light  departs. 

4  The  perfect  way  is  hard  to  flesh  ; 

It  is  not  hard  to  love  : 
O  if  thy  heart  with  love  were  filled, 
How  swdftly  wouldst  thou  move  ! 

5  A  trusting  heart,  a  yearning  eye. 

Can  win  their  way  above ; 
If  mountains  can  be  moved  by  faith. 
Is  there  less  power  in  love  ? 
300 


SAXCTIFICATIOX. 

6  God  only  is  the  creature's  liome, 
Though  long  and  rough  the  road  ; 
And  nothing  less  can  satisfy 
The  love  that  longs  for  God. 

Frederick  William  Faber,    Ait. 

420  C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  heart  of  calm  repose 

Amid  the  world's  loud  roar, 
A  life  that  like  a  river  flows 
Along  a  peaceful  shore  I 

2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  still  my  heart 

With  gentleness  divine; 
Indwelling  peace  thou  canst  impart: 
O  make  that  blessing  mine  I 

3  Above  these  scenes  of  storm  and  strife 

There  spreads  a  region  fair  : 
Give  me  to  live  that  higher  life. 
And  breathe  that  heavenly  air. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  breathe  that  peace. 

That  victory  make  me  win  ; 
Then  shall  my  soul  her  conflict  cease, 
And  find  a  heaven  within. 

Author  Unknown, 

431  C.  M. 

1  Come,  Lord,  and  claim  me  for  thine  own : 

Saviour,  thy  right  assert ! 
Come,  gracious  Lord,  set  up  thy  throne, 
And  reign  within  my  heart ! 

2  The  day  of  thy  great  power  I  feel. 

And  pant  for  liberty  ; 
I  loathe  myself,  deny  my  vrill, 
And  give  up  all  for  thee. 
301 


CKiU.iliAl,   LXl'i:iiii..AC::. 

3  So  shall  I  bless  thy  pleasing  srvay, 

And,  sitting  at  thy  feet, 
Thy  laws  with  all  my  heart  obey, 
With  all  my  sonl  submit. 

4  Thy  lore  the  conquest  more  than  gains : 

To  all  I  shall  proclaim, 
Jesus,  the  King,  the  Conqu'ror  reigns  ; 
Bow  down  to  Jesus'  name. 

5  To  thee  shall  earth  and  hell  submit, 

And  every  foe  shall  fall, 
Till  death  expires  beneath  thy  feet, 
And  God  is  ail  in  all. 

Charles  Wesley. 


422  c.  M. 

1  What  is  our  calling's  glorious  hope 

But  inward  holiness? 
For  this  to  Jesus  I  look  up  ; 
I  calmly  wait  for  this. 

2  I  wait  till  he  shall  touch  me  clean. 

Shall  life  and  power  impart, 
Give  me  the  faith  that  casts  out  sin, 
And  purifies  the  heart. 

3  When  Jesus  makes  my  heart  his  home. 

My  sin  shall  all  depart ; 
And  lo  !  he  saith,  "I  quicklv  come, 
To  fill  and  rule  thy  heart !  " 

4  Be  it  according  to  thy  word, 

Eedeem  me  from  all  sin  : 
My  heart  would  now  receive  thee,  Lord  ; 
Come  in,  my  Lord,  come  in  ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

302 


433  c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  War, 

In  whom  i  now  Tjelieve, 
As  taught  bj  thee,  in  faith  I  pray, 
Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thy  will  by  me  on  earth  be  done, 

As  by  the  powers  above, 
Who  always  see  thee  on  thy  throne, 
And  glory  in  thy  love. 

3  I  ask  in  confidence  the  grace, 

That  I  may  do  thy  will. 
As  angels  who  behold  thy  face. 
And  all  thy  words  fulhil. 

4  Snrely  I  shall,  the  sinner  I, 

Shall  serve  thee  without  fear, 
If  thou  my  nature  sanctifj- 
In  answer  to  my  prayer. 

Charles   Wezley. 

424  L.  M. 

1  If.  Lord, I  have  acceptance  fonnrl 

With  thee,  or  favor  in  thy  sight. 
Still  with  thy  gi'ace  and  truth  surround. 
And  arm  me  with  thy  Spirit's  might. 

2  O  may  I  hear  thy  warning  voice, 

And  timely  fly  from  danger  near, 
"With  reverence  unto  thee  rejoice. 
And  love  thee  with  a  filial  fear ! 

3  Still  hold  my  soul  in  second  life. 

And  suffer  not  my  feet  to  slide ; 
Support  me  in  the  glorious  strife, 
And  comfort  me  on  everr  side. 
303 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

4  O  give  me  faith,  and  faith's  increase  ; 

Finish  the  "work  begun  in  me, 
Preserve  my  soul  in  perfect  peace, 
And  let  me  always  rest  on  thee ! 

5  O  let  thy  gracious  Spirit  guide 

And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land, 

Where  righteousness  and  peace  reside. 

And  all  submit  to  love's  command! 

Charles   Wesley. 

425  L.  M. 

1  Come,  O  thou  greater  than  our  heart, 

And  make  thy  faithful  mercies  known; 
The  mind  which  was  in  thee  impart; 
Thy  constant  mind  in  us  be  shown. 

2  O  let  us  by  thy  cross  abide, 

Thee,  only  thee,  resolved  to  know — 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  crucified, 
A  world  to  save  from  endless  woe. 

3  Take  us  into  thy  people's  rest, 

And  we  from  our  own  works  shall  cease; 
With  thy  meek  spirit  arm  our  breast, 
And  keep  our  minds  in  perfect  peace. 

4  Jesus,  for  this  we  calmly  wait : 

O  let  our  eyes  behold  thee  near  ! 
Hasten  to  make  our  heaven  complete, 
Appear,  our  glorious  God,  appear  ! 

Charles  Wesley, 

426  H.  M. 

1  Ye  ransomed  sinners,  hear, 
The  pris'ners  of  the  Lord, 
And  wait  till  Christ  appear, 
304 


SANCTIFTCATIOX. 

According  to  his  word  : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 

2  In  God  we  put  our  trust ; 

If  we  our  sins  confess. 
Faithful  is  he,  and  just. 

From  all  unrighteousness 
To  cleanse  us  all,  both  you  and  me  : 
We  shall  from  ail  our  sins  be  free. 

:j  The  word  of  God  is  sure, 

And  never  can  remove; 
We  shall  in  heart  be  pure, 

And  perfected  in  love  : 
Eejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  vrith  me. 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 

4  Then  let  us  gladly  bring 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise  ; 
Let  us  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  glory  in  his  grace  : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me. 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 

Charles  Wesley. 

427  c.  M. 

1  O  .TOYFUL  sound  of  gospel  gra;Ce ! 

Christ  shall  in  me  appear ; 
I.  even  I,  shall  see  his  face  : 
I  shall  be  holy  here. 

2  The  glorious  crovvn  of  righteousness 

To  me  reached  out  I  view  ; 
Conqu'ror  through  him,  I  soon  shall  seize. 
And  wear  it  as  my  due, 
20  305 


CHEISTIAN  EXPERIEXCE. 

3  The  promised  land  from  Pisgali's  top 

I  now  exult  to  see  ; 
My  hope  is  full  (O  glorious  hope!) 
Of  immortality.  . 

4  He  visits  now  the  house  of  clay  ; 

He  shakes  his  future  home  ; 
O  wouldst  thou,  Lord,  on  this  glad  day, 
Into  thy  temple  come  ! 

5  Come,  O  my  God,  thyself  reveal. 

Fill  all  this  mighty  void  ; 

Thou  only  canst  my  spirit  fill ; 

Come,  O  my  God,  my  God 

Charles  Wesley. 


428  7s. 

1  Jesus  comes  with  all  his  grace, 
Comes  to  save  a  fallen  race ; 
Object  of  our  glorious  hope, 
Jesus  comes  to  lift  us  up. 

2  He  hath  our  salvation  wrought ; 
He  our  captive  souls  hath  bought; 
He  hath  reconciled  to  God  ; 

He  hath  washed  us  in  his  blood. 

3  We  are  now  his  lawful  right, 
Walk  as  children  of  the  light ; 
We  shall  soon  obtain  the  grace, 
Pure  in  heart,  to  see  his  face. 

4  Let  us  then  rejoice  in  hope. 
Steadily  to  Christ  look  up. 
Trust  to  be  redeemed  from  sin. 
Wait  till  he  appear  within. 

Charles  Wesley, 
306 


SAXCTIFICATIOIf. 

439  L.  M. 

1  God  of  all  povr'r,  and  truth,  and  grace. 

Which  shall  from  age  to  age  eudure. 
Whose  word,  wheu  heaven  and  earth  shalJ 
pass. 
Remains  and  stands  forever  sure, — 

2  Calmly  to  thee  mr  sonl  looks  up. 

And  waits  thy  promises  to  prove, 
The  object  of  my  steadfast  hope, 
The  seal  of  thy  eternal  iove. 

3  That  I  thy  mercy  may  proclaim, 

That  all  mankind  thy  truth  may  see, 
Hallow  thy  great  and  glorious  name, 
And  perfect  holiness  in  me. 

4  Thy  sanctifying  Spirit  pour, 

To  quench  my  thirst,  and  make  m  e  clean; 
Now,  Father,  let  the  gracious  shower 
Descend,  and  make  me  pure  from  sin. 

430  L.  M. 

1  O  God.  most  merciful  and  true. 

Thy  nature  to  my  soul  impart : 
•Stablish  with  me  the  eov'nant  new, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

2  To  real  holiness  restored, 

O  let  me  gain  my  Saviours  mind, 
And  in  the  knowledge  of  my  Lord, 
EuUness  of  life  eternal  find  ! 

3  Remember.  Lord,  my  sins  no  more. 

That  them  I  may  no  more  forget ; 
But.  sunk  in  guiltless  shame,  adore, 
With  speechless  wonder,  at  thv  feet 
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CHRISTIAN  EXPEEIEN-CE. 

i  O'erwlielined  with  thy  stupendous  grzcQ, 
I  shall  not  iu  thy  presence  move. 
But  breathe  unutterable  pradse, 
And  rapturous  awe,  and  silent  lore. 

5  Then  every  muma'ring  thought,  and  mbi, 
Expires,  in  sweet  confusion  lost : 
I  cannot  of  my  cross  complain, 
I  cannot  of  my  goodness  beast. 

Q  Pardoned  for  all  that  I  have  done, 
My  mouth  as  in  the  dust  I  hide 
And  glory  give  to  God  alone, 
My  God  forever  pacified. 

Charles  Wesley. 

431  c.  P.  M. 

1  O  GLQEious  hope  of  perfect  love ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above ; 

It  bears  on  eagles'  wings ; 
It  gives  my  ravished  soul  a  taste. 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 

With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 

2  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 

I  stand,  and,  from  the  mountain  top^ 

See  all  the  land  below: 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradise 

In  endless  plenty  grow. 

3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favored  vrith  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  every  blerssiug  blest : 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  Eighteousnegs, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

Charles  Wesley. 
308 


SAXCTIFICATIOX. 

432  L.  M. 

1  GiTE  me  a  new,  a  perfect  heart. 

From  doubt,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  free; 
Tlie  mind  which  was  in  Christ  impart, 
And  let  my  spirit  cleave  to  thee. 

2  O  take  this  h^rt  of  stone  away ! 

Thy  sway  it  doth  not,  cannot  own  ; 
In  me  no  longer  let  it  stay ; 

0  take  away  this  heart  of  stone  ! 

3  O  that  I  now,  from  sin  released. 

Thy  word  may  to  the  utmost  proxe ! 
Enter  into  the  promised  rest. 
The  Canaan  of  thy  perfect  love. 

CJiaries  Wesley. 

433  L.  M. 

1  Holt,  and  trne,  and  righteons  Lord, 

1  wait  to  prove  thj  perfect  will : 
Be  mindful  of  thy  gracious  word. 

And  stamp  me  ^ith  thy  Spirit's  seaL 

2  Open  my  Mth's  interior  eye; 

Display  thy  ghory  from  above ; 

And  all  I  am  shall  sink  and  die. 

Lost  in  astonishment  and  love. 

3  Confound,  o'erpower  me  by  thy  grace; 

I  would  be  by  myself  abhorred  ; 
Ail  might,  all  majesty,  all  praise, 
All  glory  be  to  Christ  my  Lord! 

4  Now  let  me  gain  perfection's  height ; 

Now  let  me  into  nothing  fall. 
As  less  than  nothing  in  thy  sight, 
And  feel  that  Christ  is  all  in  all. 

Charles  JVesley, 

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CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

434  c.  M. 

1  Father  of  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord, 

My  Saviour  and  my  Head, 
I  trust  in  thee,  whose  pow'rful  word 
Hath  raised  him  from  the  dead. 

2  In  hope,  against  all  human  hope, 

Self-desp'rat«,  I  believe ; 
Thy  quickening  word  shall  raise  me  up, 
Thou  shalt  thy  Spirit  give. 

3  Faith,  mighty  faith,  the  promise  sees. 

And  looks  to  that  alone  ; 
Laughs  at  impossibilities, 

And  cries,  ''It  shall  be  done  ! " 

4  To  thee  the  glory  of  thy  jwwer 

And  faithfulness  I  give  ; 
I  shall  in  Christ,  at  that  glad  hour, 
And  Christ  in  me  shall  live. 

6  Obedient  faith  -that  waits  on  thee, 
Thou  never  wilt  reprove  ; 
Eut  thou  wilt  form  thy  Son  in  m.e, 
And  perfect  me  in  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 


435  L.  M. 

1  Co3iE,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  above, 

Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace; 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place- 

2  O  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 

And  set  my  longing  spirit  free, 
Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will,^ 
But  day  and  night  to  feast  on  thea 
310 


SAXCTIFICATIOX. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 

No  other  good  will  I  pursue  : 
I'll  hid  this  world  of  noise  and  show, 
With  all  its  glitt'ring  snares,  adieu  ! 

4  That  path  with  humble  speed  I'll  seek, 

In  which  my  Saviour's  footsteps  shinej 
Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak, 
Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 

5  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 

Divide  this  consecrated  soul  ; 
Possess  it.  tliou  who  hast  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  IMaster  of  the  whole. 
Antoinette  Bourignon.     Tr.  by  John  IVesley. 

436  7s.    61. 

1  Fathee.  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  celestial  host. 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done  : 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given. 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven ! 

2  If  so  poor  a  worm  as  I 

May  to  thy  great  glory  live, 
All  my  actions  sauctif}". 

All  my  words  and  thoughts  receive  : 
Claim  me  for  thy  service,  claim 
All  I  have  and  all  I  am. 

3  Take  my  soul  and  bodv's  powers  ; 

Take  my  mem'ry.  niind.  and  will ; 
All  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours  ; 

All  I  know,  and  all  I  feel ; 
All  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do  : 
Take  my  heart ;  but  make  it  new. 
311 


CHKISTIAX  EXPERIENCE. 

4  Now,  my  God,  thine  own  I  am, 

Now  I  give  thee  back  thine  own  ; 

Freedom,  friends,  and  health,  and  iame, 
Consecrate  to  thee  alone  : 

Thine  I  live,  thrice  happy  I, 

Happier  still  il"  thine  i  die. 

Charles  Wesley. 

431'  s.  M. 

1  Lord,  in  the  strength  of  grace. 

With  a  glad  heart  and  free, 
Myself,  my  residue  of  days, 
I  consecrate  to  thee. 

2  Thy  ransomed  servant,  I 

Restore  to  thee  thine  own  ; 
And,  from  this  moment,  live  or  die, 
To  serve  my  God  alone. 

Charles  Wesley. 

438  s.  M. 

1  Father,  I  dare  believe 

Thee  mercifal  and  true  : 
Thou  wilt  my  guilty  soul  forgive, 
My  fallen  soul  renew. 

2  Come,  then,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

And  bid  my  heart  be  clean  : 
An  end  of  all  my  troubles  make, 
An  end  of  all  my  sin. 

3  I  cannot  wash  my  lieart 

But  by  believing  thee. 
And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  impart 
The  spotless  purity. 

4  While  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 

Jesus,  the  grace  bestow  ; 
Now  thy  all-cleansing  blood  apply, 
And  I  am  white  as  snow. 

Charles  Wesley. 

312 


SANCTiriCATIOX. 

439  L.  p.  M. 

1  O  GrOD,  what  offring  shall  I  give 

To  thee,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  skies? 
My  spirit,  soul,  and  flesh  receive, 

A  holy,  living  sacrifice  : 
Small  as  it  is,  'tis  all  my  store  ; 
More  shouldst  thon  have,  if  I  had.  more. 

2  XoTV  then,  my  God,  thou  hast  my  soul : 

No  longer  mine,  but  thine  I  am  : 
Guard  thou  thine  o^vn,  jiossess  it  whole  ; 

Cheer  it  with  hope,  with  love  inflame  i 
Thou  hast  my  spirit :  there  display 
Thy  glory  to  the  perfect  day. 

3  Thou  hast  my  flesh,  thy  hallowed  shrine. 

Devoted  solely  to  thy  will : 
Here  let  thy  light  forever  shine  ; 

This  house  still  let  thy  presence  fill : 
O  Source  of  life,  live,  dwell,  and  move 
In  me,  till  all  my  life  be  love! 

Jaachir.i  Langc.     Tr.  hy  John  Wesley. 

440  c.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free, 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me  ! 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek. 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne. 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart. 

Believing,  true,  and  clean. 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within  ! 
313 


CHEISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 
And  full  of  love  divine; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good- 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

Charles  Wesley. 

441  c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  mv  Life,  thyself  apply, 

Thy  Holy  Spirit  hreathe  ; 
My  vile  affections  crucify  ; 
Conform  me  to  thy  death. 

2  More  of  thy  life,  and  more,  I  have, 

As  the  old  Adam  dies  : 
Bury  me,  Saviour,  in  thy  grave, 
That  I  with  thee  may  rise. 

3  Eeign  in  me,  Lord  ;  thy  foes  control, 

Who  woukl  not  own  thy  sway  ; 
Diffuse  thine  image  through  my  soul 
Shine  to  the  perfect  day. 

4  Scatter  the  last  remains  of  sin, 

And  seal  me  thine  ahode  ; 
O  make  me  glorious  all  within, 
A  temple  built  by  God  ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

442  7s. 

1  Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  receive, 
Who  in  thee  begin  to  live, 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 

"As  thou  art,  so  let  us  be ! " 

2  Jesus,  see  my  panting  breast ! 
See  I  pant  in  thee  to  rest ! 
Gladly  would  I  now  be  clean ; 
Cleanse  me  now  from  ev'ry  sin. 

314 


SANCTIFICATION. 

3  Fix,  O  fix  my  ^av'ring  mind  ! 
To  thy  cross  my  spirit  bind  ; 
Earthly  passions  lar  remove  ; 
Swallow  up  my  soul  in  love. 

4  Dast  and  ashes  though  we  be, 
Full  of  sin  and  misery, 

Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God  : 
Take  the  purchase  of  thy  blood  ! 

Anna  S.  Dober.    Tr.  hy  John  IVesley. 

443  7s. 

1  Whex,  my  Sa\-iour,  shall  I  be 
Perfectly  resigned  to  thee  ? 
Poor  and  \-ile  in  my  own  eyes, 
Only  in  thy  wisdom  wise? — 

2  Only  thee  content  to  know, 
Ignorant  of  all  below  ; 
Only  guided  by  thy  light ; 
Only  mighty  in  thy  might? 

3  So  I  may  thy  Spirit  knew, 
Let  him  as  he  listeth  blow ; 
Let  the  manner  be  unknown, 
So  I  may  with  thee  be  one. 

4  Fully  in  my  life  express 
All  the  heights  of  holiness  ; 
Sweetly  let  my  spirit  prove 
All  the  depths  of  humble  love. 

Charles  IVesley. 

444  _  8s  &  7s,     D. 

1  LoYE  di^'ine,  all  loves  excelling. 

Joy    of  heaven,  to  earth  comedown: 
Fix  in  us  thv  humble  dwelling ; 
All  thy  faithful  mercies  cro^vn  ! 
315 


CHEISTIAN  EXPEEIENCE. 

Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassLou  ; 

Pure,  unbouuded  love  thou  art : 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation. ; 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  losing  Spirit 

iuto  everj'-  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit. 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest : 
Take  away  our  bent  to  sinning  ; 

Alpha  and  Omega  be ; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  l^eginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Finish,  then,  thy  new  creation  ; 

Puie  and  spotless  let  us  be ; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvatiou, 

Ferlfectly  restored  in  thee : 
Changed  fi'om  glory  into  gloiy, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place. 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise  1 

Charles  Wesley. 

445  L.  M. 

i  O  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone! 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feefc ! 

2  Rest  for  mv  soul  I  long  to  find  : 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art. 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind. 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free : 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within. 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 
316 


SANCTIFICATIOX. 

4  Fain  wonld  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God  ; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove. 
The  cross,  all  stained  \\-ith  hallowed  hioocL 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thon  must  give  the  jK)Trer; 

My  heart  from  ev'ry  sin  release ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour. 
And  fill  me  with  thv  perfect  peace. 

Charles  WaUy. 

446  c.  M. 

1  My  God.  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine, 

And  will  not  quit  my  claim, 
Till  all  I  have  is  lost  in 'thine, 
And  all  renewed  I  am. 

2  I  hold  thee  with  a  trembling  hand, 

But  will  not  let  thee  go. 
Till  steadfastly  by  faith  I  stand, 
And  all  thy  goodn^s  know. 

3  "\Mien  shall  I  see  the  welcome  hour, 

That  plants  my  God  in  me  ! 
Spirit  of  health,  and  life,  and  power, 
And  perfect  liberty  I 

4  Jesus,  thine  all-rictorions  lore 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ; 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fixed  in  God. 

Charles  WesUy, 

447  c.  M. 

1  O  THAT  in  me  the  sacred  fire 
Might  now  begin  to  glow, 
Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow  ! 
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CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

2  O  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 

And  all  my  sins  consume  ! 
Oome^  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call ; 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 

3  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart, 

Illuminate  my  soul ; 
Scatter  thy  life  through  every  part, 
And  sanctify  the  whole. 

4  No  longer  then  my  heart  shall  mourn, 

While,  purified  by  grace, 
I  only  for  his  glory  burn. 
And  always  see  his  face. 

Charles  Wesley* 

448  c.  M, 

i  God  of  eternal  truth  and  grace. 
Thy  faithful  promise  seal ; 
Thy  word,  thy  oath,  to  Abrah'm's  race, 
In  us,  e'en  us,  fulfill, 

2  Let  us,  to  perfect  love  restored, 

Thine  image  here  retrieve, 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 
The  life  of  angels  live. 

3  That  mighty  faith  on  me  bestow 

Which  cannot  ask  in  vain  ; 
Which  holds,  and  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  my  suit  obtain, — 

4  Till  thou  into  my  soul  inspire 

The  perfect  love  unknown, 
And  tell  my  infinite  desire, 
*' Whate'er  thou  wilt,  be  done." 

Charles  Wesley. 

318 


SAXCTIFICATIOX. 

449  c.  M. 

1  Come,  O  my  God,  the  promise  seal ; 

This  mountain,  sin,  remove ; 
Now  in  my  waiting  soul  reveal 
The  virtue  of  thy  love. 

2  I  want  thy  life,  thy  purity, 

Thy  righteousness,  brought  in  ; 
I  ask,  desire,  and  trust  in  thee 
To  be  redeemed  from  sin. 

3  Saviour,  to  thee  my  soul  looks  up, 

;My  present  Saviour,  thou  I 
In  all  the  confidence  of  hope, 
I  claim  the  blessing  now. 

4  'Tis  done :  thou  dost  this  moment  save, 

With  full  salvation  bless ; 
Redemption  through  thy  blood  I  have, 
And  spotless  love  and  peace. 

Charles  Wesley. 

450  C.  M. 

1  Jesus  hath  died  that  I  might  live, 

Might  live  to  God  alone  ; 
In  him  eternal  life  receive, 
And  be  in  spirit  one. 

2  Saviour,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace. 

The  gift  unspeakable ; 
And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  t'  embrace, 
And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 

3  My  soul  breaks  out  in  strong  desire 

The  perfect  bliss  to  prove  ; 
My  longing  heart  is  all  on  fire 
To  be  dissolved,  in  love. 
319 


CHRI^TTAN   EXPERIENCE. 

4  Give  me  thyself;  from  every  boast, 

From  eyery  wish  set  free: 
Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lost; 
But  give  thyself  to  me. 

5  Tliv  gifts,  alas!  cannot  suffice, 

Unless  thyself  be  given ; 
Thy  presence  makes  my  paradise, 
And  where  thou  art  is  heaven. 

Charles  IVesl^. 

451  78. 

1  Jesus,  all  atoning  Lamb, 
Thine,  and  only  thine,  I  am; 
Take  my  body,  spirit,  soul; 
Only  thou  possess  the  whole. 

2  Thou  my  one  thing  needful  be; 
Let  me  ever  cleave  to  thee ; 
Let  me  choose  the  better  part ; 
Let  me  give  thee  all  my  heart. 

3  Fairer  than  the  sons  of  men, 
Do  not  let  me  turn  again, 

^    .   Leave  the  fountain-head  of  bliss, 
Stoop  to  creature-happiness. 

4  Whom  have  I  on  earth  below? 
Thee,  and  only  thee,  I  know: 
Wliom  have  I  in  neaven  but  thee? 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me. 

Charles  Wesley^ 

3.  DUTIES  AND  TPJALS. 


452  C.  M. 

1  Once  more  we  come  before  our  God, 
Once  more  his  blessings  ask: 
O  may  not  duty  seem  a  load, 
I^or  worship  prove  a  task ! 
320 


DUTIES  AND   TBIALS. 

Father,  thy  qnick'ning  Spirit  send 
From  heaven  in  Jesns'  name, 

To  make  our  -^vaitiug  minds  attend, 
And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 

3  May  vre  receive  the  ^ord  we  hear, 

Each  in  an  honest  heart. 
And  keep  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  part. 

4  To  seek  thee  all  our  hearts  dispose. 

To  each  thy  blessings  suit, 
And  let  the  seed  thy  servant  sows 
Produce  abundant  fruit. 

Joseph  Hart. 

453  L.  M. 

1  Thy  presence,  graciotis  God,  afford ; 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word : 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear. 

And  faith  be  mixed  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above : 
With  food  diNine  may  we  be  fed, 
And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  the  sacred  word  apply 
With  sovereign  power  and  energy : 
And  may  we.  in  thy  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

4  Father,  in  us  thy  Son  reveal ; 
Teach  us  to  know  and  do  thy  will ; 
Thy  saving  power  and  love  display, 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

Jokn  Faiveett. 

21  321 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

454  c.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 

Though  pressed  by  ev'ry  foe, 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ! 

2  That  will  not  mnrmnr  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod. 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain. 
Will  lean  upon  its  God; 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear. 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt  ; 

4  That  bears,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile  ;     [frown, 
That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 
Nor  Satan's  arts  beguile  ; 

6  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 
Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled. 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up  the  dying  bed. 

6  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this; 
And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 

V/illiam  Hiley  Bat  hurst. 

455  7s,  6s.    D. 

1  EiSE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings; 
Thy  better  portion  trace ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 
T'ward  heaven,  thy  native  place : 
322 


DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

Snn  and  moon  and  stars  decay ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  mv  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivera  to  the  ocean  ran, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  snn  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that's  bom  of  God 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embracei 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn  ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies: 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given  ; 
All  our  sorrov.-s  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

Robert  Seagrave. 

456  S.  M. 

1  In  ev'ry  time  and  place, 

Who  serve  the  Lord  most  high 
Are  called  his  sov'reign  will  t'  embrace, 
And  still  their  own  deny, — 

2  To  follow  his  command. 

On  earth  as  pilgrims  rove, 
And  seek  an  undiscovered  land, 
And  house  and  friends  above. 

3  Father,  the  narrow  path 

To  that  far  country  show, 
And  in  the  steps  of  Abrah'  m's  faith 
Enable  me  to  go, — 
323 


CHEISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

A  cheerful  sojourner, 

Where'er  thou  bidd'st  me  roam, 
Till,  guided  by  thy  Spirit  here, 

I  reach  my  heavenly  home. 

Charles  Wesley. 


457  58,  lis. 

1  Come,  let  us  anew  Our  journey  pursue, 

"With  vigor  arise,  [skies : 

And  press  to  our  permanent  place  in  the 
Of  heavenly  birth,  Though  wand' ring  on 
earth. 

This  is  not  the  place, 
But  strangers  and  pilgrims  ourselves  we 
confess. 

2  At  Jesus's  call  We  gave  up  our  all ; 

And  still  v»'e  forego, 
For  Jesus's  sake,  our  enjoyments  below : 
No  longing  we  find  For  the  country  behind ; 

But  onward  we  move. 
And  still  we  are  seeking  a  country  above — 

3  A  country  of  joy  Without  any  alloy  ; 

We  thither  repair  ;  [there: 

Our  hearts  and  our  treasures  already  are 
We  march  hand  in  hand  To  Immanuel's 

No  matter  what  cheer  [land ; 

We  meet  with  on  earth  ;  for  eternity's  near! 

4  The  rougher  our  way.  The  shorter  our  stay ; 

The  tempests  that  rise 
Shall  gloriously  hurry  our  soulsto  the  skies: 
The  fiercer  the  blast,  The  sooner  'tis  past ; 

The  troubles  that  come        [home. 
Shall  come  to  our  rescue,  and  hasten  us 

Charlts  Wesley. 

324 


DUTIES   AND   TRIALS. 

-158  7s. 

1  Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey  ,  let  us  sing; 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod  : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O  ye  banished  seed,  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes. 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land  : 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be. 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

John  Cennick. 

459  7s 

1  Son  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant  ; 
Still  supply  our  every  want  : 
Tree  of  life,  thy  influence  shed; 
With  thy  sap  my  spirit  feed. 

2  Tenderest  branch,  alas!  am  I, 
Wither  without  thee  and  die  ; 
Weak  as  helpless  infancy, 

O  confirm  mv  soul  in  thee! 
325 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

3  Unsustaiued  by  thee  I  fall : 
Send  the  help  for  which  I  call; 
Weaker  than  a  bruised  reed, 
Help  I  every  moment  need. 

4  All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend  ; 
Love  me,  save  me  to  the  end  ; 
Give  me  the  continuing  grace, 
Take  the  everlasting  praise. 

Charles  WesUy. 

460  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  pow'rful  hand; 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

William  Williamz. 

461  s  M 

1  Behold,  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way  ! 
His  beams  thro'  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 
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DUTIES  AND  TRIALS . 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diriner  light; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just : 
Forever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven ! 

Isaac  Waits. 


462  lOs,  4s. 

1  Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling 

Lead  thou  me  on !  [gloom, 

The  nightisdark.andlam  far  from  home ; 

Lead  thou  me  on ! 
Keep  thou  my  feet ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 

The  distant  scene ;  one  step  enough  for 
me. 

2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  thou 

Shouidst  lead  me  on  : 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path ;  but  nov; 

Lead  thou  me  on ! 
I  loved  the  garish  day.  and,  spite  of  fears. 
Pride  ruled  my  will.     Remember  not  past 
years'. 

3  So  long  thy  power  hath  blessed  me,  sure  it 

Will  lead  me  on  [still 

O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 
327 


CHEISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost 
awhile ! 

John  Henry  Newwan. 


463  8s,  7s.     With  Chorus. 

1  Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 

Through  this  gloomy  vale  of  tears; 
And,  O  Lord,  in  mercy  give  us 
Thy  rich  grace  in  all  our  fears. 
O  refresh  us,  O  refresh  us, 

Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 
O  refresh  us,  &c. 

3  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 
O  refresh  us,  &c. 

4  When  this  mortal  life  is  ended. 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest, 
Till  by  angel-bands  attended, 
Vre  awake  among  the  blest! 
O  refresh  us,  &c. 

Thomas  Hastings 

464  c.  M. 

1  Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 
Whether  I  die  or  live  : 
To  love  and  serve  thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  thy  grace  must  give. 
328 


DUTIES  AND  TEIALS. 

2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad 

That  I  may  long  obey  ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day? 

3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  room? 

Than  he  went  through  before  ; 
He  that  unto  God's  kingdom  comes 
Must  enter  by  his  door. 

4  Come,  Lord,  when  giace  hath  made  me 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ;  [meet 

For.  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  thy  glory  be? 

5  Then  I  shall  end  my  sad  complaints. 

And  weary,  sinful  days. 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 
Who  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small ; 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim ; 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  him. 

Richard  Baxter. 


165  C.  M. 

1  Rise,  0  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 

By  ancient  worthies  trod  ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men 
Yv^ho  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live  ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 
329 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

3  'T  was  thro'  the  LamlD's  most  precious  blood 

They  conquered  every  foe  ; 
And  to  his  power  and  matchless  grace 
Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe. 

4  Lord,  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  thou  hast  given, 

And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road 

That  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 

John  Needham. 

466  c.  M. 

1  Talk  with  us.  Lord,  thyself  reveal, 

While  here  o'er  earth  we  rove  ; 
Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel 
The  kindlings  of  thy  love. 

2  With  thee  conversing,  we  forget 

All  time,  and  toil,  and  care ; 
Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 
If  thou,  my  God,  art  here. 

3  Here  then,  my  God,  vouchsafe  to  stay, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
My  bounding  heart  shall  own  thy  sway, 
And  echo  to  thy  voice. 

1  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  thy  face ; 
'Tis  all  I  vnsh  to  seek  : 
T'  attend  the  whispers  of  thy  grace, 
And  hear  thee  inly  speak. 

5  Let  this  my  every  hour  employ. 
Till  I  thy  glory  see, 
Entei  into  my  Master's  joy, 
And  find  my  heaven  in  thee  ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

330 


DUTIES  AND  TEIALS. 

467  c.  M. 

1  Cheesed  with  thy  converse,  Lord,  I  trace 

The  desert  with  delight ; 
Through  all  the  gloom,  one  smile  of  thine 
Can  dissipate  the  night. 

2  No'"  shall  I  through  eternal  days 

A  restless  pilgrim  roam  ; 
Thy  hand,  that  now  directs  my  course, 
Shall  soon  convey  me  home. 

3  I  ask  not  Enoch's  rapt'rous  flight 

To  realms  of  heavenly  day ; 
Nor  seek  Elijah's  fiery  steeds, 
To  bear  this  flesh  away. 

4  Joyful  my  spirit  will  consent 

To  drop  its  mortal  load  ; 
And  hail  the  sharpest  pangs  of  death, 
That  break  its  way  to  God. 

Philip  Doddridge. 


468  7s. 

1  Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord, 
Only  lean  upon  his  word  ; 

Thou  shalt  soon  have  cause  to  bless 
His  eternal  faithfulness. 

2  Ever  in  the  raging  storm 

Thou  shalt  see  his  cheering  form, 
Hear  his  pledge  of  coming  aid : 
''It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

3  Cast  thy  burden  at  his  feet ; 
Linger  at  his  mercy -seat : 

He  will  lead  thee  by  the  hand 
Gently  to  the  better  land. 
331 


CHEISTIAN   EXPEEIEKCE. 

4  He  will  gird  thee  by  his  power, 
In  thy  weary,  fainting  hour  : 
Lean,  then,  loving,  on  his  word  ; 
Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord. 

Author  Unknown. 

469  c.  M. 

i  Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  eveiy  nerve, 
And  press  with  rigor  on  : 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey : 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God 'a  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye  : 

4  That  prize,  with  peerless  glories  bright. 

Which  shall  new  luster  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee. 

Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And,  crowned  -VNuth  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

Fkil2j>  Doddridge. 

41^0  C.  M. 

1  My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so? 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul  ! 
Nothing  hath  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 
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DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

2  Go  to  the  ants  ;  for  one  poor  grain 

See  how  they  toil  and  strive  ! 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heaven  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands. 

And  stars  their  courses  move  ; 
"We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  ; 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labored  for  our  good — 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood ! 

5  Lord,  shall  we  live  so  sluggish  still. 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  Holy  Dove,  from  th'  heavenly  hilL 
And  warm  our  frozen  hearts. 

6  Give  us  with  active  warmth  to  move. 

With  vig'rous  souls  to  rise. 
With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love 
To  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

Isaac  IVatis. 


47i  L.  M. 

1  0  THOU  who  all  thing-s  canst  control, 
Chase  this  dread  slumber  from  my  soul 
With  joy  and  fear,  with  love  and  awe. 
Give  me  to  keep  thy  perfect  law. 

2  O  may  one  beam  of  thy  blest  light 
Pierce  througli,  dispel  the  shade  of  night; 
Touch  my  cold  breast  with  heavenly  fixe, 
With  holy,  conqu'ring  zeal  inspire. 

333 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

3  With  outstretched  hands  and  streaming 
Oft  I  begin  to  grasp  the  prize  ;  [eyes, 
I  groan.  I  strive,  I  watch,  I  pray ; 

But  ah!  how  soon  it  dies  away  i 

4  The  deadly  slumber  soon  I  feel 
Afresh  upon  my  spirit  steal : 

Rise,  Lord,  stir  up  thy  quick'ning  power. 
And  wake  me  that  I  sleep  no  more. 

Unkno7vn  German  Author 
Tr.  by  John  U'esiey, 

472  L.  M. 

1  Awake,  our  souls !  away,  our  fears ! 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone  ! 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God 

That  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

3  From  him,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply  ; 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength^ 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

4  Swift  as  the  eagle  cuts  the  air. 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  his  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly. 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heavenly  road. 

Isaac  IVaits, 

473  6s  &  48. 

i  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 
That  raiseth  me ; 
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Dt'TIES   AND  TRIALS. 

Still  all  my  Bong  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee ! 


Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Blight  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

Or  if  on  joyful  wing. 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot. 

Upward  I  fly  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

Sctrah  Flower  Adatus, 

335 


CHEISTIAN   EXPEEIENCE. 

474  L.  p.  M. 

1  Thee  will  I  love,  my  strength,  my  tower; 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  mj^  crown ; 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  power. 

In  all  thy  works  and  thee  alone  ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  till  the  pure  fire 
Fills  my  whole  soul  with  chaste  desire. 

2  I  thank  thee,  uncreated  Sun,       [shined  \ 

That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have 
I  thank  thee,  who  hast  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  healed  my  wounded  mind ; 
I  thank  thee,  whose  enlivening  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 

3  Uphold  me  in  the  doubtful  race, 

Nor  suffer  me  again  to  stray  ; 
Strengthen  my  feet,  with  steady  pace 

Still  to  press  forward  in  thy  way  : 
My  soul  and  flesh,  O  Lord  of  might. 
Fill,  satiate,  with  thy  heavenly  light. 

4  Give  to  mine  eyes  refreshing  tears ; 

Give  to  my  heart  chaste,  hallowed  fires; 
Give  to  my  soul,  with  filial  fears, 

The  love  that  all  heaven's  host  inspires; 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might. 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

5  Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown. 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  beneath  thy  frown 

Or  smile,  thy  sceptre  or  thy  rod  : 
What  though  my  flesh  and  heart  decay, 
Thee  shall  I  love  iu  endless  day  ! 

John  Angelus  Scheffler.     Tr.  hy  John  Wesley. 
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DUTIES  AN"D  TRIALS. 

475  7s.  D. 

1  Lord  of  earth,  thy  forming  hand 
Well  this  beauteous  frame  hath  plann'd- 
Woods  that  wave,  and  hills  that  tower, 
Ocean  rolling  in  his  power  : 

Yet,  amidst  this  scene  8(3"  fair, 
Should  I  cease  thy  smile  to  share, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me? 
Whom  have  I  on  earth  hut  thee? 

2  Lord  of  heaven,  beyond  our  sight 
Shines  a  world  of  purer  light ; 
There  in  love's  unclouded  reign, 
Severed  friends  shall  meet  again : 

0  that  world  is  passing  fair! 
Yet,  if  thou  wert  absent  there, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me  ? 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee? 

3  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven,  my  breast 
Seeks  in  thee  its  only  rest ; 

1  was  lost ;  thy  accents  mild 
Homeward  lured  thy  wand' ring  child; 
O,  if  once  thy  smile  Divine 

Ceased  upon  my  soul  to  shine, 
What  were  earth  or  heaven  to  me? 
Whom  have  I  in  each  but  thee  ? 

Robert  Grant. 

476  s.  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  Truth,  my  Way, 

My  sure,  unerring  Light, 
On  thee  my  feeble  steps  I  stay, 
Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright. 

2  My  Wisdom  and  my  Guide, 

My  Counselor  thou  art : 
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CHBISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

O  never  let  me  leave  thy  side, 
Or  from  thy  paths  depart. 

3  I  lift  mine  eyes  to  thee, 

Thou  gracious,  bleeding  Lamb, 
That  I  may  now  enlightened  be, 
And  never  put  to  shame. 

4  Never  will  I  remove 

Out  of  thy  hands  my  cause ; 
But  rest  in  thy  redeeming  love, 
And  hang  upon  thy  cross. 

5  Teach  me  the  happy  art, 

In  all  things  to  depend 
On  thee  :  O  never,  Lord,  depart, 
But  love  me  to  the  end. 

Charles  Wesley. 

477  s.  M. 

1  Still  stir  me  up  to  strive 

Wilii  thee  in  strength  divine ; 
And  every  moment,  Lord,  revive 
This  fainting  soul  of  mine. 

2  Persist  to  save  my  soul 

Throughout  the  fiery  hour. 
Till  I  am  every  whit  made  whole, 
And  show  forth  all  thy  power. 

3  O  make  me  all  like  thee. 

Before  I  hence  remove  ! 
Settle,  confirm,  and'stablish  me, 
And  build  me  up  in  love. 

4  Let  me  thy  witness  live, 

When  sin  is  all  destroyed ; 
And  then  my  spotless  soul  receive, 
And  take  me  home  to  God. 

Charles  Wesley. 
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DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

478  C.  M.    D. 

1  I  WANT  a  principle  Tfithin, 

Of  jealous,  godly  fear  ; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 

A  pain  to  feel  it  near : 
I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 

Of  pride,  or  fond  desire  ; 
To  catch  the  Tvand'ring  of  my  'svill, 

And  quench  the  kindling  lire. 

2  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 

Xo  more  thy  goodness  grieve. 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 

The  tender  conscience,  give. 
Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make  ! 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 

And  keep  it  still  awake. 

3  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray. 

That  moment.  Lord,  reprove  ; 
And  let  me  weep  my  life  away 

For  having  grieved  thy  love. 
O  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  -well-instructed  soul, 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again 

Which  makes  the  wounded  whole ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

479  c.  P.  M. 

1  Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here 
To  ser^-e  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 

"With  loving  gratitude : 
Superior  sense  may  I  display, 
By  shunning  ev'ry  evil  way, 
And  walking  in  the  good. 
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CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

2  O  may  I  still  from  sin  depart ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 

Jesus,  to  me  be  given ! 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 

And  find  my  way  to  heaven. 

Charles  Wesley. 

480  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 

On  whom  I  cast  my  ev'ry  care, 
On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend, 
Inspire,  and  then  accept  my  prayer. 

2  If  I  have  tasted  of  thy  gi'ace. 

The  grace  that  sure  salvation  brings  ; 
If  with  me  now  thy  Spirit  stays. 

And,  hov'ring,  hides  me  in  his  wings, - 

3  Still  let  him  with  my  weakness  stay, 

Nor  for  a  moment's  space  depart ; 
E\il  and  danger  turn  away. 

And  keep  till  he  renews  my  heart. 

4  When  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

His  voice  behind  me  may  I  hear, 
* '  Return,  and  walk  in  Christ,  thy  way  ; 
Fly  back  to  Christ,  for  sin  is  near  ! ' ' 

Charles  Wesley. 


481  L.  M. 

1  Uphold  me,  Saviour,  or  I  fall ; 

O  reach  me  out  thy  gracious  hand ! 
Only  on  thee  for  help  I  call ; 
Only  by  faith  in  thee  I  stand. 
340 


DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

2  Pierce,  fill  me  with  an  humble  fear ; 

My  utter  helplessness  reveal ! 
Satan  and  sin  are  always  near ; 
Thee  may  I  always  nearer  feel. 

3  O  that  to  thee  my  constant  mind 

Might  with  an  even  flame  aspire  ! 
Pride  in  its  earliest  motions  find, 
And  mark  the  risings  of  desire  ! 

4  O  that  my  tender  soul  might  fly 

The  first  abhorred  approach  of  ill ! 
Quick,  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 
The  slightest  touch  of  sin  to  feel. 

5  Till  thou  anew  my  soul  create, 

Still  may  I  strive,  and  watch,  and  pray, 
Humbly  and  confidently  wait, 
And  long  to  see  the  perfect  day. 

Charles  Wesley, 


48'^  L.  M. 

i  It  may  not  be  our  lot  to  wield 
The  sickle  in  the  ripened  field  ; 
Nor  ours  to  hear,  on  summer  eves, 
The  reaper's  song  among  the  sheaves. 

2  Yet  where  our  duty's  task  is  wrought 
In  unison  with  God's  great  thought, 
The  near  and  future  blend  in  one. 
And  whatsoe'er  is  willed,  is  done. 

3  And  ours  the  grateful  service  whence 
Comes,  day  by  day,  the  recompense  ; 
The  hope,  the  trust,  the  purpose  stayed. 
The  fountain,  and  the  noonday  shade. 

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CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

4  And  were  this  life  the  utmost  span, 
The  only  end  and  aim  of  man, 
Better  the  toil  of  fields  like  these 
Thau  waking  dream  and  slothful  ease. 

5  But  life,  though  falling  like  our  grain. 
Like  that  revives  and  springs  again  ; 
And,  early  called,  how  blest  are  they 
Who  wait  in  heaven,  their  harvest  day  ! 

John  Greenleaf  IVTiittier. 

483  s.  M. 

1  Thou  seest  my  feeblene3s, 

Jesus,  he  thou  vaj  power, 

My  help  and  refuge  in  distress, 

My  fortress  and  my  tower. 

2  Give  me  to  trust  in  thee  ; 

Be  thou  my  sure  abode  : 
]\Iy  horn,  and  rock,  and  buckler  be, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

3  Myself  I  cannot  save. 

Myself  I  cannot  keep  ; 
But  strength  in  thee  I  surely  have, 
Whose  eyelids  never  sleep. 

4  My  soul  to  thee  alone. 

Now,  therefore,  I  commend  : 
Thou,  Jesus,  love  me  as  thine  own, 
And  love  me  to  the  end  ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

484  s.  M. 

1  Gracious  Redeemer,  shake 
This  slumber  from  my  soul ! 
Say  to  me  now,  ' '  Awake,  awake ! 
And  Christ  shall  make  thee  whole." 
342 


DUTIES  AXD  TRIALS. 

2  Lay  to  thv  mighty  hand  ; 

Alarm  me  in  this  hour ; 
And  make  me  folly  understand 
The  thnnder  of  thy  power ! 

3  Give  me  on  thee  to  call. 

Always  to  watch  and  pray, 
Lest  I  into  temptation  fall, 
And  cast  my  shield  away. 

4  For  each  assanlt  prepared 

And  ready  may  I  be  ; 
Forever  standing  on  my  guard, 
And  looking  up  to  thee. 

5  O  do  thou  always  warn 

My  soul  of  evil  near  I 
When  to  the  right  or  left  I  turn, 
Thy  voice  still  let  me  hear : 

6  "Come  back  !  this  is  the  way  ! 

Come  back  !  and  walk  herein  I  " 
O  may  I  hearken  and  obey. 
And  shun  the  paths  of  sin  ! 

Charles  Wesley, 


485  s.  M. 

1  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait. 
Observant  of  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 
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CHEISTIAN  EXPEEIENCE. 

3  Watch,  'tis  your  Lord's  command  ; 

And  while  we  speak  he's  near  : 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O  happy  servant  he 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
*^  And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

486  s.  M.  D. 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky  : 
To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill — 

0  may  it  all  my  powers  engage. 
To  do  my  Master's  will ! 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  give  ! 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die. 

Charles  Wesley. 

487  s.  M.    D. 

1  God  of  almighty  love, — 
By  whose  sufficient  grace 

1  lift  my  heart  to  things  above, 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face,— 

344 


DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

Through  Jesus  Christ,  the  Just, 

My  faint  desires  receive. 
And  let  me  in  thy  goodness  trust, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 

2  Whate'er  I  say  or  do, 

Thy  glory  be  my  aim  ; 
My  off' rings  all  be  offered  through 

The  ever-blessed  name : 
Jesus,  my  single  e3'e 

Be  fixed  on  thee  alone  ; 
Thy  name  be  praised  on  earth,  on  high, 

Thy  will  by  all  be  done. 

3  Spirit  of  faith,  inspire 

My  consecrated  heart ; 
Fill  me  vvi.th  pure,  celestial  fire, 

With  all  thou  hast  and  art : 
My  feeble  mind  transform, 

And,  perfectly  renewed. 
Into  a  saint  exalt  a  worm — 

A  worm  exalt  to  God ! 

Charles  IVesUy. 


488  L.  M. 

1  AVhen  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay. 
What  were  his  works,  from  day  to  day, 
But  mii-acles  of  power  and  grace, 

That  spread  salvation  through  our  ra<:e  ? 

2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue  ; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindneas  done. 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

345 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives, 
Whom  none  can   love,  v^hom  none  can 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank,  [thank, 

4  But  he  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way. 
Treads  the  same  path  the  Saviour  trod. 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

Thojnas  Gibbons. 

489  8s,  7s.     D. 

1  Hark,  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling, 
"  Who  will  go  and  work  to-day? 

Fields  are  white,  and  harvests  waiting. 

Who  will  bear  the  sheaves  away?" 
Loud  and  long  the  Master  calleth. 

Rich  reward  he  offers  free; 
Who  will  answer,  gladly  saying, 
"  Here  am  I,  send  me,  send  me?  " 

2  Let  none  hear  you  idly  saying, 
' '  There  is  nothing  I  can  do, ' ' 
While  the  souls  of  men  are  dying. 

And  the  Master  calls  for  you : 
Take  the  task  he  gives  you,  gladly  ; 

Let  his  work  your  pleasure  be  ; 
Answer  quickly  when  he  calleth, 
"Here  am  I,  send  me,  send  me." 

Daniel  March. 

490  L.  M. 

1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 
346 


DITTIES  AND  TEIALS. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God, 
When  the  salvation  reigus  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied. 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 
While  j  ustice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Eeligion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord ; 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

Isaac  Watts. 

491  L.  M. 

1  Ah  !  Lord,  with  trembling  I  confess, 
A  gracious  soul  may  tall  from  grace  ; 
The  salt  may  lose  its  seas' ning  power, 
And  never,  never  find  it  more  ! 

2  Lest  that  my  fearful  case  should  be, 
Each  moment  knit  m3^  soul  to  thee  ; 
And  lead  me  to  the  mount  above, 
Through  the  low  vale  of  humble  love. 

Charles  Wesley, 

49S  7s. 

1  Jesus,  shall  I  never  be 
Firmly  grounded  upon  thee? 
Never  by  thy  work  abide? 
Never  in  thy  wounds  reside? 

2  O  how  wav'ring  is  my  mind, 
Tossed  about  with  ev'ry  wind! 
O  how  quickly  doth  my  heart 
From  the  living  God  depart! 

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CHRISTIAN   EXPEEIENCE. 

3  Jesus,  let  my  nature  feel 
Thou  art  God  unchangeable  : 
JAH,  Jehovah,  great  I  AM, 
Speak  into  my  soul  thy  name. 

4  Grant  that  every  moment  I 
May  believe  and  feel  thee  nigh, 
Steadl'astly  behold  thy  face, 
'Stablished  with  abiding  grace. 

Charles  Wesley. 


493  s.  M.  D. 

1  Who  in  the  Lord  confide, 

And  feel  his  s]:)rinkled  blood. 
In  storms  and  hurricanes  abide 

Firm  as  the  mount  of  God  : 
Steadfast,  and  fixed,  and  sure, 

His  Sion  cannot  move  ; 
His  faithful  people  stand  secure 

In  Jesus'  guardian  love- 

2  As  round  Jerusalem 

The  hilly  bulw^arks  rise. 
So  God  ijrotects  and  covers  them 

From  all  their  enemies : 
On  every  side  he  stands, 

And  for  his  Israel  cares  ; 
And  safe  in  his  almighty  hands 

Their  souls  forever  bears. 

3  But  let  them  still  abide 

In  thee,  all -gracious  Lord, 
Till  every  soul  is  sanctified, 
And  perfectly  restored : 
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DUTIES  AND  TEIALS. 

The  men  of  heart  sincere 

Continue  to  defend : 
And  do  them  good,  and  save  them  h.ere, 

And  love  them  to  the  end. 

Charles  Wesley. 


494  s.  M.  D. 

1  Bid  me  of  men  beware, 

And  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
Discern  their  every  secret  snare, 

And  circumspectly  tread: 
O  may  I  cabnly  vrait 

Thy  succors  from  above, 
And  stand  against  their  open  hate, 

And  Tvell-dLssembled  love ! 


2  My  spirit,  Ijord,  alarm, 

When  men  and  devils  join  ; 
Against  the  wiles  of  Satan  arm, 

In  panoply  divine ; 
O  may  I  set  my  face 

His  onsets  to  repel, 
Quench  all  his  fiery  darts,  and  chase 

The  fiend  to  his  own  hell ! 

3  Biit  above  all.  afraid 

Of  my  own  bosom-foe, 
Still  let  me  seek  to  thee  for  aid, 

To  thee  my  weakness  show  ; 
Hang  on  thy  arm  alone, 

With  self-distrusting  care. 
And  deeply  in  the  Spirit  groan 

The  never-ceasing  prayer. 

Charles  Wesley. 

349 


CHRISTIAN  EXPEEIENCE. 

495  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee? 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon  : 

'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee  ! 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  Friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ? 
No  :  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

Joseph  Grigg. 

496  C.  M. 

1  Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord? 

Behold  my  heart,  and  see ; 
And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out. 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  ; 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy. 

When  Jesus  cannot  move, 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 
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DUTIES  AXD  TRIALS. 

i  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 
1  would  disdain  to  feed? 
Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead? 

5  Would  not  mine  ardent  spirit  A'ie 

With  angels  round  the  throne, 
To  execute  thy  sacred  will, 
And  make  thy  glory  known  ? 

6  Would  not  my  heart  xx)ur  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  thy  name  ? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame  ? 

7  Thouknow'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord  ; 

But  O  !  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  1  ^e  more. 

PAzi//  Doddridge. 


497  c.  M. 

1  She  loved  her  Saviour,  and  to  him 

Eer  costliest  present  brought ; 
To  crown  his  head ,  or  grace  his  name, 
No  gift  too  rare  she  thought. 

2  So  let  the  Saviour  be  adored, 

And  not  the  poor  despised  ; 
Give  to  the  hungry  from  your  hoard, 
But  all,  give  all  to  Christ. 

3  Go.  clothe  the  naked,  lead  the  blind, 

Give  to  the  weary  rest  ; 
For  sorrow's  children  comfort  find, 
And  help  for  all  distressed. 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPEBIENCE. 

But  give  to  Christ  alone  thy  heart, 
Thy  faith,  thy  love  supreme  ; 

Then  for  his  sake  thine  alms  impart, 
And  so  give  all  to  him. 

IVilliam  Cutter. 


498  c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  let  all  thy  lovers  shine, 

Illustrions  as  the  sun  ; 
And,  bright  with  borrowed  rays  divine., 
Their  glorious  circuit  run, 

2  Beyond  the  reach  of  mortals,  spread 

Their  light  where'er  they  go  ; 
And  heavenly  influences  shed 
On  all  the  world  below. 

3  As  giants  may  they  run  their  race, 

Exulting  in  their  might ; 
As  burning  luminaries,  chase 
The  gloom  of  hellish  night. 

4  As  the  bright  Sun  of  Righteousness, 

Their  healing  wings  display  ; 
And  let  their  luster  still  increase 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

Charles  Wesley. 


499  H.  M. 

1  Must  I  my  brother  keep. 

And  share  his  pain  and  toil, 
And  weep  with  those  that  weep. 

And  smile  with  those  that  smile, 
And  act  to  each  a  brother's  part, 
And  feel  his  sorrows  in  my  heart? 
352 


DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

2  Must  I  his  burden  bear, 

As  thongh  it  were  my  own, 
And  do  as  I  would  care 

Should  to  myself  be  done, 
And  faithful  to  his  int' rests  prove, 
And  as  myself  my  neighbor  love  ? 

3  Must  I  reprove  his  sin  ? 

Must  I  partake  his  grief, 
And  kindly  enter  in, 

And  minister  relief, 
The  naked  clothe,  the  hungry  feed. 
And  love  him,  not  in  word,  but  deed? 

4  O  make  me  as  thou  art, 

Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  bestow  ; 
The  kind  and  gentle  heart 

That  feels  another's  woe ; 
That  thus  I  may  be  like  my  Head, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  footsteps  tread. 

Thomas  Raffles. 


500  s  M. 

1  Sow  in  the  mom  thy  seed, 

At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand  ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed- 
Broadcast  it   o'er  the  land. 

2  Tliou  know'st  not  which  shall  thrive 

The  late  or  early  sown  ; 
Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
When  and  wherever  strewn  : 

3  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 

And  the  full  corn  at  length. 
23  353 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

4  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain : 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

5  Then,  when  the  final  end. 

The  day  of  God  is  come, 
The  angel  reapers  shall  descend. 

And  heaven  sing,  ' '  Harvest  home  ! " 

James  Montgomery. 

501  L.  M. 

1  Go,  labor  on ;  spend  and  be  spent, 

Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will ; 
It  is  the  way  the  Master  went; 
Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still? 

2  Go,  labor  on;  'tis  not  for  naught ; 

Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain  ; 

Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee  not; 

The  Master  praises, — what  are  men  ? 

3  Go,  labor  on  ;  your  hands  are  weak ; 

Your  knees  are  faint,  your  soul  cast 
Yet  falter  not ;  the  prize  you  seek  [down ; 
Is  near, — a  kingdom  and  a  crown. 

Horatius  Bonar. 

502  c.  M. 

i  Jesus,  my  Lord,  bow  rich  thy  grace ! 
Thy  bounties,  hov/  complete  ! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum> 
.     How  pay  the  mighty  debt  ? 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 
Dost  thou  exalted  shine  ; 
What  can  my  poverty  bestow, 
Wiien  all  the  worlds  are  thine? 
354 


DUTIES   AND   TEIALS. 

3  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  thy  grace, 
And  Tvilt  confess  their  humble  names 
Before  thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  thou  mayst  be  clothed  and  fed, 

And  ^-isited  and  cheered, 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress 
My  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 

Philip  Doddridge. 


503  c.  M. 

1  These  mortal  joys,  how  soon  they  fade  ! 

How  swift  they  pass  away  ! 
The  dying  flower  reclines  its  head. 
The  beauty  of  a  day. 

2  The  bags  are  rent,  the  treasure's  lost, 

V/e  fondly  called  our  own  : 
Scarce  could  we  the  possession  boast, 
When,  lo  !  we  found  it  gone. 

3  But  there  are  joys  that  cannot  die, 

With  God  laid  up  in  store  ; 
Treasure,  beyond  the  changing  sky, 
Brighter  than  golden  ore. 

4  To  that  my  rising  heart  aspires, 

Secure  to  find  its  rest. 
And  glories  in  such  wide  desires, 
Of  all  its  wish  possessed. 

5  The  seeds  which  piety  and  love 

Have  scattered  here  below, 
In  the  fair,  fertile  fields  above, 
To  ample  harvests  grow. 


CHEISTIAN  EXPEEIENCE. 

6  The  mite  my  willing  hands  can  give, 
At  Jesus'  feet  I  lay  ; 
Grace  shall  the  humble  gift  receire, 
And  Heaven  at  large  repay. 

Philip  Doddridge. 
504  C.  M. 

1  Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  gracCj 

All-powerful  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  O  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  generous  pleasure  know  ; 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe  ! 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  looked  on  dying  men, 

When  throned  above  the  skies  ; 
And  midst  th'  embi-aces  of  thy  love, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  fiew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground  ; 
And  gave  the  richest  of  his  blood, 
A  balm  for  every  wound. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

505  8s.    D. 

1  How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  !    [flow'rs, 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me,— 
356 


DrTIES   AND  TEIALS. 

The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  : 

But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  : 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear  ; 
Xo  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face. 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned  ; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  minfi : 
"While  blessed  with  a  sense  of  his  love. 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear  ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove. 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  ^vith  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 
Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high. 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

Jchn  New  ten. 

506  8s. 

1  Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine, 
The  joy  and  desire  of  my  heaii;, 
For  closer  communion  I  pine, 
I  long  to  reside  where  thou  art: 
357 


CHEISTIAN  EXPEKIENCE. 

The  pasture  I  languish  to  find, 

Where  all,  who  their  Shepherd  obey, 

Are  fed,  on  thy  bosom  reclined, 

And  screened  from  the  heat  of  the  day. 

2  'Tis  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  flock, 
There  only  I  covet  to  rest ; 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 

Or  rise  to  be  hid  in  thy  breast: 
'Tis  there  I  would  always  abide. 

And  never  a  moment  depart ; 

Concealed  in  the  cleft  of  thy  side, 

Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 

Charles  Wesley. 

507  c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  to  thee  I  now  can  fly, 

On  whom  my  help  is  laid ; 
Oppressed  by  sins,  I  lift  my  eye, 
And  see  the  shadows  fade. 

2  Believing  on  my  Lord,  I  find 

A  sure  and  present  aid  : 
On  thee  alone  my  constant  mind 
Be  every  moment  stayed ! 

3  Y/hate'er  in  me  seems  wise,  or  good, 

Or  strong,  I  here  disclaim : 
I  wash  my  garments  in  the  blood 
Of  the  atoning  Lamb. 

4  Jesus,  my  strength,  my  life,  my  rest, 

On  thee  will  I  depend, 
Till  summoned  to  the  marriage-feast, 
When  faith  in  sight  shall  end. 

Charles  Wesley. 

358 


DUTIES  AND  TEIALS. 

508  C.  M. 

1  God  of  all  grace  and  majesty, 

Supremely  great  and  good, 
If  I  have  mercy  found  with  thee 
Through  the  atoning  blood, — 

2  The  guard  of  all  thy  mercies  give. 

And  to  my  pardon  join 
A  fear  lest  I  should  ever  grieve 
The  Comforter  divine. 

3  Still  may  I  walk  as  in  thy  sight, 

My  strict  Observer  see  ; 
And  thou,  by  rev' rent  love,  unite 
My  childlike  heart  to  thee. 

4  Still  let  me,  till  my  days  are  past, 

At  Jesus'  feet  abide  ; 
So  shall  he  lift  me  up  at  last, 
And  seat  me  by  his  side. 

Charles  Wesley 

509  6s.  D. 

1  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt : 

0  may  thy  will  be  minel 
Into  thy  hand  of  love 

1  would  my  all  resign  : 
Through  sorrow  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say. 
My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done. 

2  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt : 

If  needy  here  and  poor. 
Give  me  thy  people's  bread. 
Their  portion  rich  and  sure : 
359 


CHEISTIAN  EXPERI3NCE. 

The  manna  of  thy  Word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon  ; 
And  if  all  else  should  fail, 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done. 

3  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt : 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear. 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear : 
Since  thou  ou  earth  hast  wept 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  thee, 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done. 

4  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt : 

All  shall  be  well  for  me ; 
Each  changing  future  scene 

I  gladly  trust  with  thee  : 
Straight  to  mj  home  above, 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing,  in  life  or  death. 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done. 
Benjaviin  Schmolke.     Tr.  "by  Jane  Borthwick . 


510  s.  M. 

1  LOED,  I  delight  in  thee, 

And  on  thy  care  depend  ; 
To  thee  in  ev'ry  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  When  nature's  streams  are  dried. 

Thy  fullness  is  the  same  ; 
With  this  will  I  be  satisfied, 
And  glory  in  thy  name. 
360 


DUTIES  AXD  TRIALS. 

3  "WTio  raade  my  heaven  secure, 

Will  here  all  good  provide  : 
While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor  ? 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

4  I  cast  my  care  on  thee  ! 

I  triumph  and  adore  : 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 

John  Ry'.and.     Alt. 

511  C.  M. 

i  Sing,  0  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 
Your  great  Deliv'rer  sing ; 
Pilgrims,  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on, 

Through  all  the  blissful  road, 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

3  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head  ; 
While  sorrovr,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength; 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still  ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye. 
While  laboring  up  the  hill. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

512  7s. 

1  Lord,  if  thou  thy  grace  impart, 
Poor  in  spirit,  meek  in  heart, 
I  shall  as  my  ]Master  be,  — 
Hooted  iu  humility ! 
38i 


CHRISTIAN  EXPEEIENCE. 

2  Simple,  teachable,  and  mild, 
Changed  into  a  little  child  ; 
Pleased  with  all  the  Lord  provides. 
Weaned  from  all  the  world  besides. 

3  Father,  fix  my  soul  on  thee  ; 
Every  e\il  let  me  flee ; 
Nothing  want,  beneath,  above, 
Happy  in  thy  precious  love. 

3  0  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Every  good  in  Jesus  joined  ! 
Him  let  Israel  still  adore, 
Trust  him,  praise  him  evei-more. 

Charles  Wesley. 


513  c.  M. 

1  O  IT  is  hard  to  work  for  God, 

To  rise  and  take  his  part 
Upon  this  battle-field  of  earth, 
And  not  sometimes  lose  heart ! 

2  He  hides  himself  so  wondrously, 

As  though  there  were  no  God  ; 
He  is  least  seen  when  all  the  powers 
Of  ill  are  most  abroad  ; 

3  Or  he  deserts  us  in  the  hour 

The  fight  is  all  but  lost ; 
And  seems  to  leave  us  to  ourselves 
Just  when  we  need  him  most. 

4  It  is  not  so,  but  so  it  looks  ; 

And  we  lose  courage  then  ; 
And  doubts  will  come  if  GiDd  hath  kept 
His  promises  to  men. 
362 


DUTIES  AND  TEIALS. 

5  Bat  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God  ; 
And  right  the  day  must  win  ; 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 
To  falter  would  be  sin  ! 

Frederick  IVilliatn  Faber. 

514  L.  M. 

1  Let  not  the  wise  their  wisdom  boast, 
The  mighty  glory  in  their  might, 
The  rich  in  fiatt'ring  riches  trust, 
Which  take  their  everlasting  flight. 

2"  The  rush  of  num'rous  years  bears  down 
The  most  gigantic  strength  of  man  : 
And  where  is  all  his  "^visdom  gone. 
When  dust  he  turns  to  dust  again  ? 

3  One  only  gift  can  justify 

The  boasting  soul  that  knows  his  God  : 
When  Jesus  doth  his  blood  apply, 
I  glory  in  his  sprinkled  blood. 

4  The  Lord,  my  righteousness,  I  praise, 

I  triumph  in  the  love  divine, 
The  wisdom,  wealth,  and  strength  of  grace, 
In  Christ  to  endless  ages  mine. 

Charles  Wesley. 

515  L.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  who  earnest  from  above. 

The  pure  celestial  fire  t'  impart, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
On  the  mean  altar  of  my  heart. 

2  There  let  it  for  thy  glory  burn, 

With  inextinguishable  blaze, 
And  trembling  to  its  source  return, 
In  humble  love  and  fervent  praise. 
363 


CHRISTIAN  EXPKBIENCE. 

3  Jesus,  confirm  my  heart's  desire, 

To  work,  and  speak,  and  think,  for  thee; 
Still  let  me  guard  the  holy  tire, 
And  still  stir  up  thy  giit  in  me. 

4  Ready  for  all  thy  perfect  will, 

My  acts  of  faith  and  love  repeat, 

Till  death  thy  endless  mercies  seal, 

And  make  the  sacrifice  complete. 

Charles  Wesley. 

516  c.  M. 

1  Religion  is  the  chief  concern 

Of  mortals  here  below : 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know  ! 

2  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  : 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

3  O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  vn^  stubborn  will  subdued, 
His  government  to  own  ! 

4  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love 

Be  joined  with  godly  fear  ; 
And  aU  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

5  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire  : 

Let  warm  affections  rise  ; 
And  may  I  wait  mth  strong  desire 
To  mount  above  the  skies! 

John  Fawcett^ 

364 


DUTIES  AND  TEIALS. 
517  S.  M. 

1  My  God,  my  life,  my  1oy8, 

To  thee,  to  thee  I  call : 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell : 
'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here  ; 
K  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

3  The  smilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
And  nowhere  else  but  there. 

4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss : 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

5  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky. 

Can  one  delight  afford  : 
No,  not  one  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll : 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  center  of  my  soul, 
365 


CHEISTIAN  EXPERENCE. 

8  To  thee  my  spirits  fly, 
With  iulinite  desire ; 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie ! 

0  Jesus,  raise  me  higher ! 

Isaac  Watts. 

518  c.  M. 

1  My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 

My  everlasting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  bail. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  Row  vain  a  toy  is  glitfring  wealth, 

If  once  compared  to  thee ! 
Or  what's  my  safety,  or  my  health. 
Or  all  my  friends,  to  me? 

4  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own, 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyself 

1  were  a  wretch  undone. 

5'  Let  others  streteh  their  arms  like  seas, 
And  grasp  in  all  the  shore  ; 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

Isaac  Watts. 

519  C.  M. 

1  How  vain  are  all  things  here  below ! 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 
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DUTIES   AND  TEIAL3. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys  and  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  bat  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

Isaac  ll'atis. 


520  L.  M.   6  L 

i  Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 
WTiose  depth  unfathomed,no  man  knows, 
I  see  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 

Inly  I  sigh  for  thy  repose : 
My  heart  is  pained,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rejit,  till  it  finds  rest  in  thee. 

2  Thy  secret  voice  invites  me  still 

The  sweetness  of  thy  yoke  to  prove, 
And  fain  I  would ;  but  though  my  will 

Seem  fixed,  yet  >vide  my  passions  rove  ; 
Yet  hind'rances  strew  all  the  way  ; 
I  aim  at  thee,  yet  from  thee  strav. 
367 


CHEISTIAN  EXPEKIEXCE. 

3  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  snn 

That  strives  ^vith  thee  my  heart  to  share? 
Ah,  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

The  lord  of  every  motion  there  ! 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  hath  found  repose  in  thee. 

4  O  hide  this  self  from  me,  that  I 

No  more,  but  Christ  in  me,  may  live ! 
My  vile  affections  crucify, 

Nor  let  one  darling  lust  survive ! 
In  all  things  nothing  may  I  see, 
Nothing  desire  or  seek,  but  thee ! 

5  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 

jMy  heart,  that  lowly  waits  thy  call ; 
Speak  to  my  inmost  soul,  and  say, 
"  I  am  thy  Love,  thy  God,  thy  All !  " 
To  feel  thy  power,  to  hear  thy  voice, 
To  taste  thy  love,  be  all  my  choice. 

GerJiard  Tersteegen.    Tr.  by  John  Wesley. 


521  S.  M.  D. 

1  Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
.Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  a<.*cx)rd, 

While  ye  surround  his  throne. 
The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  the  place! 
Religion  never  was  designed 

To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
363 


DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

The  God  that  rules  on  high. 

That  all  the  earth  surveys, 
That  rides  upon  the  stormv  sky, 

And  cabns  the  roaring  seas — 

3  This  awful  God  is  oure. 

Our  Father  and  our  Love  ; 
He  will  send  down  his  heavenly  powers, 

To  carry  us  above. 
There  we  shall  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There,   from   the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

4  Yea,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 

Should  constant  joys  create. 
The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below : 
Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

5  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets ; 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 
Then  let  our  songs  abound. 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ;  [ground 

We're  marching    through     Immanuers 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

Isaac  Watts. 

522  c.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  whose  bounty  fills  my  cup 
"With  every  blessing  meet  ! 
I  give  thee  thanks  for  every  drop — 
The  bitter  and  the  sweet. 
24  369 


CHBISTIAN  E^PEIilENCK 

C  I  praise  thee  for  the  desert  road, 
And  for  the  river-side ; 
For  all  thy  goodness  hath  bestowed, 
And  all  thy  grace  denied. 

3  I  thank  thee  for  both  smile  and  frown. 

And  for  the  gain  and  loss ; 
I  praise  thee  for  the  future  crown, 
And  for  the  present  cross. 

4  I  thank  thee  for  the  ^ving  of  love. 

Which  stirred  my  worldly  nest ; 
And  for  the  stormy  clouds  which  drove 
Me,  trembling,  to  thy  breast. 

5  I  bless  thee  for  the  glad  increase, 

And  for  the  waning  joy  ; 
And  for  this  strange,  this  settled  peace. 
Which  nothing  can  destroy. 

Jane  Crewdson. 


523  c.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  whose  mercy  guides  my  way, 

Though  now  it  seems  severe, 
Forbid  my  unbelief  to  say, 
There  is  no  mercy  here. 

2  O  may  I,  Lord,  desire  the  pain 

That  comes  in  kindness  down. 
Far  more  than  sweetest  earthly  gain, 
Succeeded  by  a  frown. 

3  Then  though  thou  bend  my  spirit  low, 

Love  only  shall  I  see  ; 
The  gracious  hand  that  strikes  the  blow, 
Was  wounded  once  for  me. 

James  Edmeston. 

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DUTIES  AND  TEIAL3. 

524:  a  M. 

1  My  soul,  Tvith  all  thy  wakened  jwwers, 

Survey  the  heaveniy  piize  ; 
Nor  let  these  glitt'riug  tors  of  earth 
Allure  thy  Trand'ring  eyes. 

2  The  splendid  croTvn  ^vhich  Moses  sought 

Still  beams  around  his  brow  ; 
Though  soon  great  Pharaoh- s  sceptred  prido 
Was  taught  by  death  to  bow. 

3  The  joys  and  treasures  of  a  day 

I  cheerfully  resign ; 
Rich  in  that  large  immortal  store, 
Secured  by  grace  diTine. 

4  Let  fools  my  wiser  choice  deride, 

Angels  and  Grod  approve  ; 
Nor  scorn  of  men,  nor  rage  of  hell, 
My  steadfast  soul  shall  move. 

5  With  ardent  eye,  that  bright  reward 

I  daily  will  survey  ; 
And  in  the  blooming  prospect  lose 
The  sorrows  of  the  way. 

P/ii7zJ>  Doddridge. 

o25  83,  7s.  D. 

1  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing. 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fixed  upon  it, 
Mount  of  thv  redeeming  love  I 
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CHEISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither,  by  thy  help,  I'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure. 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sougb-t  me,  -when  a  stranger, 

Wand 'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  : 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood ! 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be ! 
Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter. 

Bind  my  %Yand'ring  heart  to  thee  ! 
Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it, 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it ! 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

Robert  Robitison. 

526  L.  M. 

1  Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand : 
Sa"\aour  divine,  diffuse  thy  light, 

To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  Engage  this  roving,  treach'rous  heart 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part, 

To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 

For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise  ; 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies  : 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh. 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die ; 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee. 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  thee. 

Philip  Doddridge. 
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DUTIES  AXD  TBIALS. 

521  S.  M. 

i  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied  ; 
Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  lining  waters  genth"  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  Ms  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death' 
dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  witli  me  there. 

Isaac  H'aits. 

o2S  s.  M. 

1  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 

In  all  things  thee  to  see  ; 
And  what  I  do,  in  anything. 
To  do  it  as  for  thee,— 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 

While  still  to  thee  I  tend : 
In  all  I  do  be  thou  the  way. 
In  all  be  thou  the  encL 

3  All  may  of  thee  partake : 

Nothing  so  small  can  be. 
But  draws,  when  acted  for  thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  thee. 
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CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

4  If  done  t'  obej'  thy  laws, 

E'en  servile  labors  sMue  ; 
Hallowed  is  toil,  11'  this  the  cause, 
The  meanest  work  divine. 

5  Thee,  then,  my  God  and  King, 

In  all  things  may  I  see, 

And  what  I  do,  in  any  thing, 

May  it  be  done  for  thee ! 

George  Herbert. 


529  a  M. 

1  Father,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift; 

My  soul  on  thee  depends, 
Convinced  that  every  jjerfect  gift 
From  thee  alone  descends. 

2  Mercy  and  grace  are  thine  alone, 

And  power  and  wisdom  too : 
"Without  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
We  nothing  good  can  do. 

3  We  cannot  speak  one  useful  word. 

One  holy  thought  conceive. 

Unless,  in  answer  to  our  Lord, 

Thyself  the  blessing  give. 

4  His  blood  demands  the  purchased  grace ; 

His  blood's  availing  plea 
Obtained  the  help  for  all  our  race. 
And  sends  it  down  to  me. 

5  Thou  all  our  works  in  us  hast  wrought ; 

Our  good  is  all  divine  ; 
The  praise  of  every  virtuous  thought. 
And  righteous  word,  is  thine. 
374 


DUTIES   AND   TEIALS. 

6  From  thee,  through  Jesus,  we  receive 
The  power  on  thee  to  call, 
lu  whom  wo  are,  and  move,  and  live  ; 
Our  God  is  all  in  all. 

Charles  IVes/ey, 


530  6s.  D. 

1  Thy  way,  not  mine,0  Lord, 

However  dark  it  be  ! 
Lead  me  by  thine  own  hand ; 

Choose  thou  my  path  for  me. 
I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ; 

I  would  not  if  I  might ; 
Choose  thou  for  me,  my  God, 

So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

2  The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  thine  :  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  thine, 

Else  I  must  surely  stray. 
Take  thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill. 
As  best  to  thee  may  seem  ; 

Choose  thou  my  good  and  ill. 

3  Choose  thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health  ; 
Choose  thou  my  cares  for  me, 

;My  ix)verty  or  wealth. 
Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice. 

In  things  or  great  or- small ; 
Be  thou  my  guide,  my  strength. 

My  wisdom,  and  my  all. 

Horaiius  Bonar, 

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CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

531  L.  M. 

1  Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone 

Whose  days  a  peaceful  tenor  keep  ; 

Th'  anointed  Son  of  God  makes  known 

A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 

The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears ; 
And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  promises  of  happier  years. 

3  There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night ; 

And  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest, 

But  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4  Nor  let  the  good  man's  trust  depart, 

Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny , 

Though  with  a  pierced  and  broken  heart, 

And  spumed  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 

5  For  Grod  has  marked  each  sorromng  day, 

And  numbered  every  secret  tear ; 
And  heaven's  long  age  of  bliss  shall  pay 
For  all  his  children  suffer  here. 

Williatn  Culleri  Bryant. 

532  L.  M. 

1  My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 

Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 
O  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
•'Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done !" 

2  What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved  no  longer  nigh ; 
Submissive  still  would  I  reply, 

"Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done!" 
376 


DUTIES   AND   TRIALS. 

3  If  tliou  sliouldst  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize, — it  ne'er  was  mine ; 
I  only  yield  tliee  what  was  thine  : 
"Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done  !  " 

4  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  leave  the  rest : 
"Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done !'' 

5  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day ; 
Blend  it  with  thine,  and  take  away 
Whate'er  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

' '  Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done  ! ' ' 

6  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing,  upon  a  happier  shore, 

"Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done !" 

Charlotte  Elliott. 

533  s.M, 

1  Thou  Refuge  of  my  soul. 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  my  grief. 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  canst  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  O  when  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  mr  hopes  decline. 
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CHRISTIAN  EXPERIESrCE. 

Yet,  Lord,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trUvSt ; 
Aud  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee. 

Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

Anne  Steele.     Alt. 


534  L.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee 
O  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free! 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross. 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross ; 
Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  ai-t  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray. 
Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way ; 
No  foes,  no  violence,  I  fear. 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near, 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  vay  heart. 

b  Saviour,  where'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee : 
O  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill ! 

6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day  ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

Count  Zinzendorf.     Tr.  by   John  Wesley. 

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DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

535  73, 

1  'Tis  my  happiness  below 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross  ; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  ev'ry  loss. 

2  Trials  must,  and  will  befall ; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all. — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

0  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet  ; 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer  ; 
Bring  me  to  my  Saviour's  feet, 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 

IVillzam   Cowpe? . 

536  c  M. 

1  Whex  waves  of  trouble  round  me  swell, 

My  soul  is  not  dismayed ; 
I  hear  a  voice  I  know  full  well : 
'"Tis  I ;  be  not  afraid. " 

2  When  black  the  threat' ning  skies  appear, 

And  storms  my  path  invade, 
Those  accents  tranquilize  each  fear  : 
'"Tis  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

3  There  is  a  gulf  that  must  be  crossed, 

Saviour,  be  near  to  aid  ; 
Whisper,  when  my  frail  bark  is  tossed : 
'"Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 

4  There  is  a  dark  and  fearful  vale, 

Death  hides  within  its  shade  ; 
O  say,  when  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail : 
"'Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 

Charlotts  Elliott 

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CHRISTIAX  EXPERIENCE. 

537  c.  M. 

1  Ix  trouble  and  in  grief,  O  God, 

Thy  smile  hath  cheered  my  way  ; 
And  joy  hath  budded  from  each  thorn 
That  round  my  footsteps  lay. 

2  The  hours  of  pain  have  yielded  good 

Which  prosperous  days  refused ; 
As  herbs,  though  scentless  when  entire, 
Spread  fragrance  when  they're  bruised, 

3  The  oak  strikes  deeper  as  its  boughs 

B}'^  furious  blasts  are  driven ; 
So  life's  tempestuous  storms  the  more 
Have  fixed  my  heart  in  heaven, 

4  All-gracious  Lord,  whate'er  my  lot 

In  other  times  may  be, 
I'll  welcome  still  the  heaviest  grief 
That  brings  me  near  to  thee. 

Author  Unknoivn. 

^'^^  C.  M. 

1  Whex  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 

Aud  mourns  the  present  pain, 
'Tis  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 

2  'Tis  not  that  murm'riiig  thoughts  arise. 

And  dread  a  Father's  will ; 
'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  would  not  suffer  still : 

3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light, 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  hei-self  in  sight : 
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DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

4  It  is  that  hope  with  ardor  glows, 

To  see  him  face  to  face, 
Whose  dying  love  no  language  knows 
Sufficient  art  to  trace. 

5  O  let  me  wing  mv  hallowed  flight 

From  earth-bom  woe  and  care, 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share  ! 

Gerard  Thomas  Noel. 


539  C.  M. 

1  O  THOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 

How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
Yv^e  could  not  fly  to  thee  ! 

2  The  fiiends  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 

"WTien  winter  comes  are  flown; 

And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 

;Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  But  thou  wilt  heal  that  broken  heart, 

Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 
Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part. 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 

4  When  joy  no  longer  soothes  or  cheers, 

And  e'en  the  hope  that  threw 
A  moment's  sparkle  o'er  our  tears 
Is  dimmed  and  vanished  too, — 

5  O,  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom. 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom 
Our  peace-branch  from  above ! 
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CHRISTIAN   EXPEEIEXCK. 

6  Then  sorrow,  touched  by  thee  ,gro"ws  bright, 
With  more  than  rapture's  ray  ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
We  never  saw  by  day. 

Tkotnus  Moore. 

540  8s,  7s,     D. 

1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition, 

All  V\Q  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition ! 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too : 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me  ; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure ; 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain ; 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure; 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  thee,  Abba,  Father, 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee : 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather; 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me  ; 

.    'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast : 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 
Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
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DUTIES  AND   TEIAI^. 

O  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ! 

O  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee! 

5  Sonl,  then  know  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Eise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  vrin  thee  : 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer  ; 
Heaven's  eternal  days  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days; 
Hoi)e  shall  change  to  glad  fruition. 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte. 


541  L.  M. 

1  I  SHALL  not  want :  in  deserts  wild 
Thou  spread' St  thy  table  for  thy  cliild; 
"While  grace  in  streams  for  thirsting  soiiis, 
Through  earth  and  heaven  forever  rolls. 

2  I  shall  not  want :  my  darkest  night 
Thy  loving  smile  shall  fill  with  light ; 
While  promises  around  me  bloom, 
And  cheer  me  with  divine  perfume. 

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CHEISTIAN  EXPEEIENCE. 

3  I  shall  not  want :  Thy  righteousness 
My  soul  shall  clothe  with  glorious  dress: 
My  blood-washed  robe  shall  be  more  fair 
Than  garments  kings  or  angels  wear. 

4  I  shall  not  want :  whate'er  is  good, 
Of  daily  bread  or  angels'  food, 
Shall  to  my  Father's  child  be  sure, 
So  long  as  earth  and  heaven  endure. 

Charles  Force  Deeifzs, 

542  L.  M. 

1  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 

No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 

And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

"WTio  once  went  sorrowing  here! 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

Tho7nas  Shepherd.    Alt. 

543  L.  M. 

1  ' '  Take  up  thy  cross, ' '  the  Saviour  said, 

' '  If  thou  wouldst  my  disciple  be ; 
Deny  thyself,  the  world  forsake, 
And  humbly  follow  after  me." 

2  Take  up  thy  cross ;  let  not  its  weight 

Fill  thy  weak  spirit  with  alarm  ; 
His  strength  shall  bear  thy  spirit  up, 
And  brace  thy  heart  and  nerve  thine  arm. 

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•  DUTTES    AND  TRIALS. 

3  Take  up  thy  crc33,  nor  heed  the  shame; 

Nor  let  thy  foolish  pride  rebel; 
Thy  Lord  for  thee  the  cross  endured, 
To  save  thy  soul  from  death  and  hell. 

4  Take  up  thy  cross,  and  follow  ChrLst ; 

Nor  think  till  death  to  lay  it  do-?rn ; 
For  only  he  who  bears  the  cross 

May  hope  to  wear  the  glorious  crown. 

Charles  IVilliam  Everest- 


54:4  c.  M.  6 1. 

1  Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 

Is  portioned  out  for  me  ; 
The  changes  that  will  surely  come, 

I  do  not  fear  to  see  : 
I  ask  thee  for  a  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  thee. 

2  I  ask  thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 

Through  constant  watching  wise, 
To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles 

And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes  : 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  hurries  to  and  fro. 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know  : 
I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

4  "Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts, 
25  385 


CHEISTIAN  EXPERIENCE.  • 

To  keep  and  cultivate  : 
A  work  of  lowly  love  to  do 
For  Him  on  whom  I  wait. 

5  I  ask  thee  for  the  daily  strength, 

To  none  that  ask  denied, 
A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  thy  side : 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space. 

If  thou  be  glorified. 

6  And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask 

Among  my  blessings  be, 
I'd  have  my  spirit  filled  the  more 

With  grateful  love  to  thee : 
More  careful,  not  to  serve  thee  much, 

But  please  thee  perfectly. 

Anna  Laetitia  Waring. 


54:5  c.  M. 

1  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies,. 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise : 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart. 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  Let  the  sure  trust  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end, 

Anne  Steele. 
386 


^  DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

546  lis. 

1  How  firm  a  fonndation,  ye  saints  of  the 

Lord, 
Is  laid  for  yonr  faith  in  his  excellent  •word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  yon  he  hath 

said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled? 

2  In  every  condition — in  sickness,  in  health  ; 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth  ; 
At  home  and  abroad  ;  on  the  land,  on  the 

sea — 
"As  thy  days   may  demand,  shall  thy 
strength  ever  be. 

3  '  *  Fear  not ;   I  am  with  thee ;  O  be  not 

dismayed ! 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause 

thee  to  stand. 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  "When  throngh  the  deep  waters  I  call 
•    thee  to  go, 

The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow ; 
For  I  wiU  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to 

bless. 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

'.  "When  throngh  fiery  trials  thy  pathway 

shall  lie,  '         [ply : 

^ly  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  sup- 

The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee — I  only 

design  [refine. 

Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to 

387 


CHRISTIAN  EXPEEIENCE. 

"E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 
prove 

My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  tem- 
ples adorn,  [be  borne. 

Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom 

"The  soul  that  on  Jesus  still  leans  for 
repose, 

I  will  not,  I  will  not,  desert  to  his  foes ; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  en- 
deavor to  shake, 

I'll  never,  no,  never,  NO,  nevee  forsake." 

George  Keith. 


547  s.  M. 

1  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 

Down  from  the  willows  take ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

"We  are  not  far  from  home ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  vrill  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  "When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  h€a^'enly  flame. 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 
388 


DUTIES  AND  TKIALS. 

5  Soon  shall  onr  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  his  control ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

Who  stays  himself  on  thee  ; 
Who  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  thy  salvation  see. 

Augustus  Montague  Toflady. 

548  C.  M. 

1  Author  of  good,  we  rest  on  thee  ; 

Thine  ever  watchful  eye 

Alone  our  real  wants  can  see, 

Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2  In  thine  all-gi-acious  providence 

Our  cheerful  hopes  confide  ; 
O  let 'thy  power  be  our  defense, 
Thy  love  our  footsteps  guide. 

3  And  since,  by  passion's  force  subdued, 

Too  oft,  with  stubborn  will. 

We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good, 

And  grasp  the  specious  ill, — 

4  Not  what  we  wish,  but  what  we  want, 

Let  mercy  still  supply  : 
The  good  we  ask  not.  Father,  grant ; 
The  ill  we  a^sk,  deny. 

James  Merrick. 

549  c  M. 

1  I  WOESRIP  thee,  most  gracious  God, 
And  all  thy  ways  adore  ; 
And  every  day  I  live,  I  long 
To  love  thee  more  and  more. 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

2  When  duty's  path  and  trials  seem 

Like  prison  walls  to  be, 
I  do  the  little  I  can  do, 
And  leave  the  rest  to  thee. 

3  He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 

To  him  no  chance  is  lost ; 
God's  ^vill  is  sweetest  to  him  when 
It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 

4  111  that  he  blesses  is  our  good, 

And  unblest  good  is  ill ; 
And  all  is  right  that  seems  most  wrong. 
If  it  be  his  sweet  viill. 

Frederick  William  Fader. 


550  C.  M. 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scen«s  of  life, 
In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliv' ranee  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  that  are  distressed 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  grieis  to  rest. 

3  O  magnify  the  Lord  with  me. 

With  me  exalt  his  name : 
When  in  distress  to  him  I  called, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  The  angel  of  the  Lord  encamps 

Around  the  good  and  just ; 
Deliv'rance  he  affords  to  all 
Who  on  his  succor  trust. 
390 


DUTIES   AND   TEIALS. 

5  O !  make  but  trial  of  his  love, 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  they  are,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

6  Fear  him,  ye  saints ;  and  you  will  then 

Hiive  nothing  else  to  fear : 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight ; 
Your  wants  shall  be  his  care. 

Tate  and  Brady. 

551  8s,  7s  «fe  6s. 

1  A  MIGHTY  fortress  is  our  God, 

A  bulwark  never-failing : 
Our  helper  he,  amid  the  flood 

Of  mortal  ills  prevailing. 
For  still  our  ancient  foe 
Doth  seek  to  work  us  woe  : 
His  craft  and  power  are  great, 
And,  armed  with  cruel  hate, 

On  earth  is  not  his  equal. 

2  Did  we  in  our  own  strength  confide, 

Our  striving  would  be  losing, 
Were  not  the  right  man  on  our  side, 

The  man  of  God's  own  choosing. 
Dost  ask  who  that  may  be  ? 
Christ  Jesus,  it  is  he ; 
Lord  Sabaoth  is  his  name, 
From  age  to  age  the  same, 

And  he  must  win  the  battle. 

3  And  though  this  world,  with  devils  filled, 

Should  threaten  to  undo  us ; 
We  will  not  fear,  for  God  hath  willed 

His  truth  to  triumpli  through  us. 
The  Prince  of  darkneSs  grim — 
391 


CHEISTIAN  EXPEEIENCE. 

"We  tremble  not  for  him  ; 
His  rage  we  can  endure, 
For  lo  !  bis  doom  is  sure, 

One  little  word  shall  fell  him. 

4  That  word  above  all  earthly  powers — 
No  thanks  to  them — abideth ; 

The  Spirit  and  the  gifts  are  ours 
Through  him  who  with  us  sideth. 

Let  goods  and  kindred  go, 

This  mortal  life  also : 

The  body  they  may  kill ; 

God's  truth  abideth  still, 
His  kingdom  is  forever. 

Marti?i  Luther.    Tr.  by  Fj-ederzck  H.  Hedge. 


552  L.  M.  D. 

1  Away  my  unbelieving  fear  ! 

Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  have  place : 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face ; 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no  ! 

I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny. 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
The  ^vith'^ing  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 

The  field  illude  the  tiller's  toil, 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race, 
Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

Charles  Wedey. 

392 


DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

553  s.  M. 

1  How  gentle  God's  commands  ! 

How  kind  Ms  prec8X)ts  are  ! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care. 

2  Beneath  his  watchful  eye 

His  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand  which  bears  all  nature  up 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne. 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Unchanged  from  day  to  day : 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

554  s.  M.  B. 

1  Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 

And  ways  into  Plis  hands, 
To  His  sure  trust  and  tender  care. 

Who  earth  and  heaven  commands : 
Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 

Whom  winds  and  seas  obey, 
He  shall  direct  thy  wand'ring  feet, 

He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

2  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely. 

So  safe  shalt  thou  go  on  : 
Fix  on  his  work  thy  steadfast  eye, 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 
393 


CHBISTIAN  EXPEBIENCE. 

No  profit  canst  thou  gain 

Bj  self-consuming  care ; 
To  him  commend  thy  cause,  his  ear 

Attends  the  softest  prayer. 

Thine  everlasting  truth, 

Father,  thy  ceaseless  love, 
Sees  all  thy  children's  wants,  and  know^ 

What  best  for  each  will  prove  ; 
And  whatsoe'er  thou  will'st, 

Thou  dost,  0  King  of  kings ! 
What's  thine  unerring  wisdom's  choice. 

Thy  power  to  being  brings ! 

Thou  everywhere  hast  sway, 

And  all  things  serve  thy  might ; 
Thine  eveiy  act  pure  blessing  is, 

Thy  path  unsullied  light. 
When  thou  arisest,  Lord, 

What  shall  thy  work  withstand? 
When  all  thy  children  want,  thou  giv'st ; 

Who, who  shall  stay  thy  hand? 

Paul  Gerhardt.     Tr.  hy  John  IVesley. 


555  s.  M.  D. 

1  Away  !  my  needless  fears^ 
And  doubts  no  longer  mine ; 
A  ray  of  heavenly  light  appears, 

A  messenger  di\dne : 
Thrice  comfortable  hope, 

That  calms  my  troubled  breast ; 
My  Father's  hand  prepares  the  cup, 
And  what  he  wills  is  best. 
394 


DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

If  what  I  -wish  is  good, 

And  suits  the  will  Di%'ine, 
By  earth  and  hell  in  vain  withstood, 

I  know  it  shall  be  mine. 
Here  then  I  doubt  no  more, 

But  in  his  pleasure  rest, 
Whose  wisdom,  love,  and  truth,  and  power. 

Engage  to  make  me  blest. 

Charles  IVesley. 


556  s.  M.  D. 

1  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 

Hope,  and  be  undismayed  : 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears ; 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head  : 
Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms. 

He  gently  clears  thy  way ; 
Wait  thou  his  time,  so  shall  this  night 

Soon  end  in  joyoua  day. 


2  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 

And  every  care  be  gone. 
What  though  thou  rulest  not. 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well. 


Leave  to  his  sovereign  sway 
To  choose  and  to  command  ; 

So  shalt  thou,  wond'ring,  OAvn,  his  way 
How  wise,  how  strong  his  hand  ! 
395 


CHRISTIAN   EXPEEIENCK. 

Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  connsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought 

That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

4  Thou  seest  our  weakness,  Lord, 
Our  hearts  are  kno^vn  to  thee  ; 
O  lift  thou  up  the  sinking  hand, 

Confirm  the  feeble  knee  ! 
Let  us  in  life,  in  death, 

Thy  steadfast  truth  declare ; 
And  publish,  with  our  latest  breath, 
Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 

Paul  Gerhardt.    Tr.  by  John  Wesley. 

55^  12s,  lis. 

1  While  thou,  O  my  God,  art  my  Help 

and  Defender, 
No  cares  can  o'erwhelm  me,  no  terrors 
appall ; 
The  wiles  and  the  snares  of  this  world 
will  but  render 
More  lively  my  hope  in  my  God  and 
my  all. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  my  refuge  in  soitow  and 

danger, 
My  strength  when  I  suffer,  my  hope 
when  I  fall, 
My  comfort  and  joy  in  this  land  of  the 
stranger. 
My  treasure,   my  glory,  my  God  and 
my  all. 

3  To  thee,  dearest  Lord,  will  I  turn  v.'ithout 

ceasing,  [befall, 

Though  grief  may  oppress  me,  or  sorrow 
396 


DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

And  love  thee  till  death,  my  blest  spirit 
releasing, 
Secnres  to  me  Jesus,  my  God  and  my 
all. 

4  And  Tvhen  thon  demandest  the  life  thon 
hast  given, 
With  j  OT  will  I  answer  thy  merciful  call ; 
And  quit  thee  on  earth  but  to  hnd  thee  in 
heaven. 
Mv  portion  forever,  mv  God,  and  my 
all! 

William  Young. 


^O^  7s. 

i  Day  by  day  the  manna  fell : 
O  to  learn  this  lesson  well  ! 
Still  by  constant  mercy  fed. 
Give  me,  Lord,  my  daily  bread. 

2  "Day  by  day,''  the  promise  reads, 
Daily  strength  for  daily  needs : 
Cast  foreboding  fears  away  ; 
Take  the  manna  of  to-day. 

3  Lord !  my  times  are  in  thy  hand  ; 
All  my  sanguine  hopes  have  planned, 
To  thy  wisdom  I  resign, 

And  would  make  thy  purpose  mine. 

4  Thou  my  daily  task  shalt  give  : 
Day  by  day  to  thee  I  live  ; 

So  shall  added  years  fuliili. 
Not  my  own,  my  Father's  will. 

Jcsiak  Conder. 

397 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

559  L.  M. 

1  When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved, 

Out  from  tlie  land  of  bondage  came, 

Their  father's  God  before  them  moved, 

An  awful  guide  in  smoke  and  flame. 

2  By  day,  along  th'  astonished  lands 

The  cloudy  pillar  glided  slow ; 
By  night,  Arabia's  crimsoned  sands 
Keturned  the  fiery  column's  glow. 

3  Thus  present  still,  though  now  unseen, 

When  brightly  shines  the  prosp'rous  day. 
Be  thoughts  of  thee  a  cloudy  screen, 
To  temper  the  deceitful  ray  ! 

<i  And  O,  when  gathers  on  our  path, 

In  shade  and  storm,  the  frequent  night, 
Be  thou  long-sufiering,  slow  to  wrath, 
A  burning  and  a  shining  light ! 

Sir  n^alter  Scott. 

560  L.  M. 

1  Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will ! 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murm'ring  thought  arise  ; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells. 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals  ; 
But  though  his  methods  are  unknown. 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  Wait,  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat ; 
And,  midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod. 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

Benjamin  Beddome. 
398 


DUTIES  AND  TEIALS. 

561  los,  lis. 

1  Though  troubles  assail,    And    dangers 

afiright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  And  foes 

all  unite, 
Yet    one    thing   secures    us,    Whatever 

betide, 
The  promise  assures  us,  The  Lord  will 

provide. 

2  The  birds,  without  bam  Or  store-house, 

are  fed ; 
From  them  let  us  learn  To  trust  for  our 

bread : 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  Shall  ne'er  be 

denied, 
So  long  as  'tis  written,   The  Lord  will 

provide. 

3  We  all  may,  like  ships,  By  tempest  be 

tossed 
On  perilous  deei>ff,  But  need  not  be  lost ; 
Though  Satan  enrages  The  wind  and  the 

tide, 
Yet  Scripture   engages,   The   Lord    will 

provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey.  Like  Abrah'm  of  old  : 
We  know- not  the  way.  But  faith  makes 

us  bold  ; 
For  though  we  are  strangers,  We  have  a 

sure  guide, 
And  trust  in  all  dangers.  The  Lord  will 

provide. 


CHKISTIAN  EXPEEIENCE. 

5  No  strength  of  our  own,  Nor  goodness  we 

claim, 
Oar  trust  is  all  thrown  On  Jesus's  name ; 
In  this  our  strong  tower  For  safety  we 

hide ; 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  The  Lord  will 

provide. 

6  V/hen  life  sinks  apace,  And  death  is  in 

view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  Shall  comfort  us 

through ; 
Not  i'earing  or  doubting,  With  Christ  on 

our  side, 
"We  hope  to  die  shouting.  The  Lord  will 

provide. 

John  Neiuton. 

b^'^  C.  P.  M. 

1  My  sole  possession  is  thy  love, 

O  Lord  ;  in  earth  or  heaven  above, 

I  have  no  other  store ; 
And  though  with  fervent  suit  I  pray, 
And  importune  thee  night  and  day, 

I  ask  for  nothing  more. 

2  Adieu  !  ye  vain  delights  of  earth , 
Insipid  sports  and  sinful  mirth, 

I  taste  no  sweets  in  you  ; 
Unknown  delights  are  in  the  cross, 
All  joy  beside  to  me  is  dross, 

"Wnile  Jesus  I  pursue. 

3  If  by  thy  will,  where'er  I  stray. 
Sorrow  attend  me  all  my  way, 

A  never-failing  friend ; 
400 


DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

And  if  my  sufferings  may  augment 
Thy  praise,  behold  me  well  content, 
Let  sorrow  still  attend. 

Thy  choice  and  mine  shall  he  the  same, 
Inspirer  of  that  holy  flame, 

Which  love  doth  sweetly  raise '. 
To  take  the  cross  and  follow  thee. 
Where  love  and  duty  lead,  shall  be 

My  portion  and  my  praise. 

Mada*>ie  Guyon.     Tr.  by  William  Cowper. 


563  c.  P.  M. 

1  O  Lord  I  how  happy  should  we  be, 
If  we  could  leave  our  cares  to  thee, 

If  we  from  self  could  rest ; 
And  feel  at  heart  that  one  above, 
In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 

Is  working  for  the  best 

2  For  when  we  kneel  and  cast  our  care 
Upon  our  God  in  humble  prayer, 

With  strengthened  souls  we  rise, 
Sure  that  our  Father  who  is  nigh, 
To  hear  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

Will  hear  his  children's  cries. 

3  O  may  these  anxious  hearts  of  ours 
The  lesson  learn  from  birds  and  flowers, 

And  learn  from  self  to  cease. 
Leave  all  things  to  our  Father's  will, 
And  in  his  mercy  trusting  still. 

Find  in  each  trial  peace  ! 

Joseph  Aiisiice. 

26  401 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 
564  C.  M. 

1  My  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done, 

The  passing  moments  say  ; 
As  length 'ning  shadows  o'er  the  mead 
Proclaim  the  close  of  day. 

2  O  that  my  heart  might  dwell  aloof 

From  all  created  things, 
And  learn  that  wisdom  from  above 
Whence  true  contentment  springs ! 

3  Courage,  my  soul !  thy  bitter  cross, 

In  every  trial  here, 
Shall  bear  thee  to  thy  heaven  above, 
But  shall  not  enter  there. 

4  The  sighing  ones  that  humbly  seek 

In  sorrowing  paths  below, 
Shall  in  eternity  rejoice. 

Where  endless  comforts  flow. 

5  Soon  will  the  toilsome  strife  be  o'er 

Of  sublunary  care. 
And  life's  dull  vanities  no  more 
This  anxious  breast  ensnare. 

6  Courage,  my  soul,  on  God  rely, 

Deli  v' ranee  soon  will  come : 
A  thousand  ways  has  Providence 
To  bring  believers  home. 

Frances  Maria  Cowper, 

^^^  C.  M. 

1  Why  thus  impatient  to  be  gone? 
Such  wishes  breathe  no  more ; 
Let  him  who  locked  thy  spirit  in, 
When  meet,  unbolt  the  door. 
402 


DUTIES  AND  TEIALS. 

^  Why  wouldst  thou  snatch  the  victor's  palm 
Before  the  conquest's  -won? 
Or  wish  to  seize  th'  immortal  prize. 
Ere  yet  the  race  is  run  ? 

3  Inglorious  -wish,  to  haste  away, 

And  leave  thy  work  undone  ! — 

To  serve  thy  Lord  will  please  no  less 

Than  praising  round  the  throne. 

4  While  thou  art  standing  in  the  field, 

For  bliss  thou 'It  riper  grow  : 
Then  wait  thy  Lord's  appointed  time, 
Till  he  shall  bid  thee  go. 

Alexander  Cruden. 

566  c.  M. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  foU'wer  of  the  Lamb, 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  t<^  win  the  piize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord : 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 
403 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  yict'ry,  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

Isaac  Watts. 

^m  7s. 

1  Prince  of  peace,  control  my  will : 
Bid  this  struggling  heart  be  still; 
Bid  my  fears  and  doubting"  cease, 
Eush  my  spirit  into  peace. 

2  Thou  hast  bought  me  with  thy  blood, 
Opened  wide  the  gate  to  God : 
Peace  I  ask — but  peace  must  be, 
Lord,  in  being  one  with  thee. 

3  May  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done ; 
May  thy  will  and  mine  be  one : 
Chase  these  doubtings  from  my  heart ; 
Now  thy  perfect  peace  impart, 

4  Saviour,  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Thou  my  Life,  my  God,  my  All ! 
Let  thy  happy  servant  be 

One  for  evermore  with  thee ! 

Mary  A.  S.  Barber. 

568  L.  M. 

1  Thou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Pnnce  of  peace! 
For  thee  my  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  : 
My  longing  heart  implores  thy  grace  ; 
b  make  me  in  thy  likeness  shine. 
404 


DUTIES   AND   TEIALS. 

2  "When  pain  o'er  my  weak  flesh  prevails, 

With  lamb -like  patience  arm  my  breast; 
"When  grief  my  wounded  soul  assails, 
In  lowly  meekness  may  I  rest. 

3  Close  by  thy  side  still  may  I  keep, 

Howe'er  life's  various  current  flow; 
With  steadfast  eye  mark  every  step, 
And  follow  thee  where'er  thon  go. 

4  Thon,  Lord,  the  dreadful  flght  hast  won  ; 

Alone  thou  hast  the  -\vine-press  trod : 

In  me  thy  strength' ning  grace  be  shown  ; 

O  may  I  conquer  through  thy  blood ! 

5  So,  when  on  Sion  thou  shalt  stand, 

And  all  heaven's  host  adore  their  King, 
Shall  I  be  found  at  thy  right  hand. 
And,  free  from  pain,  thy  glories  sing. 

Christian  Frederic  Richter.     Tr.  by  John  Wesley. 


569  L.  ii. 

1  My  hope,  my  all.  my  Savionr  thon. 
To  thee.  lo.  now  my  soul  I  bow : 

I  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  thee,  Savionr ,  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  thon  my  strength,  be  thon  my  way ; 
Protect  ms  through  my  life's  short  day 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide. 
And  keep  me,  SaA'iour,  near  thy  side. 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me  ; 
As  I  have  need,  my  Sa^-ionr  be  ; 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clasp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  heart. 

405 


CHEISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power  r 
Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour,  reign  alone. 

5  My  suff'ring  time  shall  soon  be  o'er, 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more ; 
My  ransomed  soul  shall  soar  away, 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 

Author  Unknown. 

570  c.  M. 

1  Amaztmq  grace  !  (how  sweet  the  sound  !) 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost  but  now  I'm  found. 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear. 
The  hour  I  first  believed ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come ; 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 


4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me ; 

His  word  my  hope  secures : 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yea,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  iail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

John  Newton. 
406 


DUTIES  AND  TEIALS. 
571  C.  M. 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  ShoHld  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  ccme, 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home. 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest. 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Isaac  Watts. 

SI'S  S.  M.  D. 

1  Soldiers  of  Christ,  aiise ! 

And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 

Through  his  eternal  Son  : 
Strong  in  ihe  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  might}^  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts 

Is  more  than  conqueror. 

2  Stand,  then,  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endued ; 
But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God  : 

407 


CHEISTIAN   EXPEEIENCE. 

That,  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 

And  stand  entire  at  last. 


3  From  strength  to  strength  go  on, 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 

And  win  the  well-fought  day  : 
Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 

In  all  his  soldiers,  ''Come," 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descend  from  highi, 

And  take  the  conqu'rors  home. 

Charles  fVesley. 

573  S.  M.  D. 

1  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Tnne  every  heart  and  every  tongue 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name  : 
Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  power ; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 

For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

2  Tell,  in  seraphic  strains. 

What  he  has  done  for  you ; 
How  he  has  taken  off  your  chains, 

And  formed  your  hearts  anew : 
His  faithfulness  proclaim 

While  life  to  you  is  given ; 
Join  hands  and  hearts  to  praise  his  name, 

Till  we  all  meet  in  heaven. 

WiUiatn  Hammond. 

408 


DUTIRS  AND  TBIALS. 

574  6s,  OS.    D. 

1  FoEWASD  !  be  our  ^vatch-'word, 

Steps  and  voices  joiued  ; 
Seek  the  things  before  ns, 

Not  a  look  behind  : 
Bums  the  fiery  pillar 

At  our  army's  head  ; 
Who  shall  dream  of  shrinking, 

By  our  Captain  led? 
Forward  through  the  desert, 

Through  the  toil  and  fight: 
Jordan  flows  before  us, 

Zion  beams  with  light! 

2  Far  o'er  yon  horizon 

Rise  the  citv'  towers, 
"Where  our  G-od  abideth  ; 

That  fair  home  is  ours : 
Flash  the  streets  with  jasper, 

Shine  the  gates  with  gold  ; 
Flows  the  gladdening  river, 

Shed  ling  joys  untold  ; 
Onward,  Christians,  onward. 

In  the  Spirit's  might : 
Pilgrims  to  your  country, 

Forward  into  light ! 

Henry  A'fcrrd. 


575  63,  5s.  D. 

1  OxwAED,  Christian  soldiers ! 
Marching  as  to  war. 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before  ■" 
Christ,  the  royal  blaster, 
Leads  against  the  foe  ; 
409 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE. 

Forward  into  battle, 
See,  his  banners  go! 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers! 

Marching  as  to  war. 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 
Going  on  before. 

2  Crowns  and  tlirones  may  perish, 

Kingdoms  rise  and  wane. 
But  the  Church  of  Jesus 

Constant  will  remain: 
Gates  of  hell  can  never 

'Gainst  that  Church  prevail; 
We  have  Christ's  own  promise, 

And  that  cannot  fail. 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers,  &e. 

3  Onward,  then,  ye  people! 

Join  our  happy  throng. 
Blend  with  ours  your  voices 

In  the  triumph-song; 
Glory,  laud,  and  honor 

Unto  Christ  the  King, 
This  through  countless  ages 

Men  and  angels  sing. 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers,  &c, 

Sabine  Baring-Gould. 


^1^  C.  p.  M. 

1  Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 

Who  still  your  bodies  feel ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  bevo'nd  this  vale  of  tears 
To  that  celestial  hill, 
410 


DUTIES  AND   TRIALS. 

Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode  : 
On  faith's  strong  eagle-pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 


3  "Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure  ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 


4  Thrice  blessed,  bliss-inspiring  hope  ! 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up, 

It  brings  to  Kfe  the  dead  : 
Our  conHicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 
Triumphant  with  our  Head. 

6  That  great  mysterious  Deity 
"vVe  soon  with  open  face  shall  see : 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise^ 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 
Of  everlasting  light. 

6  The  Father,  shining  on  his  throne, 
The  glorious  co-eternal  Son, 
The  Spirit,  one  and  seven, 
Conspire  our  rapture  to  complete  ; 
And  lo  !  we  fall  before  his  feet, 
And  silence  heightens  heaven. 
411 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

In  hope  of  that  ecstatic  pause, 
Jesus,  we  now  sustain  the  cross, 

And  at  thy  footstool  fall ; 
Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal, 
Till  thou  our  ravished  spirits  hll, 

And  God  be  all  in  all. 

Charles  Wesley. 


S'TT  c.  M. 

1  Which  of  the  petty  kings  of  earth 

Can  boast  a  guard  like  ours. 
Encircled  from  our  second  birth 
With  all  the  heavenly  powers  ? 

2  Angels,  where'er  we  go,  attend 

Our  steps,  whate'er  betide, 
With  watchful  care  their  charge  defend, 
And  evil  turn  aside. 

3  Their  instrumental  aid,  unknovni. 

They  day  and  night  supply  ; 
And,  free  from  fear,  we  lay  us  down, 
Though  Satan's  host  be  nigh. 

4  And  when  our  spirits  we  resign. 

On  outstretched  wings  they  bear, 
And  lodge  us  in  the  arms  divine, 
And  leave  us  ever  there. 

Charles  Wesley. 

^''i^  S.  M. 

1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  : 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 
412 


DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  O'cr ; 
Eenew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  \-ict'ry  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down: 
The  work  of  faith  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  the  cro^ni. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  Grod  ; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  his  divine  abode. 

George  Heath. 

579  s.  M. 

1"I  THE  good  fight  have  fought," 

0  when  shall  I  declare ! 
The  victory  by  my  Saviour  got 

1  long  with  Paul  to  share. 

2  O  may  I  triumph  so, 

When  all  my  warfare's  past ; 
And,  dying,  find  my  latest  foe 
Under  my  feet  at  last  I 

3  This  bles.sed  word  be  mine, 

Just  as  the  port  is  gained, 
"Kept  by  the  power  of  grace  divine, 
I  have  the  faith  maintained. " 

4  Th'  apostles  of  my  Lord, 

To  whom  it  first  was  given, 
They  could  not  speak  a  greater  word, 
Nor  all  the  saints  in  heaven. 

Charles  IVetlcy. 
413 


CHBISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 
580  7s,  6s.      D. 

1  Stand  up !  stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross ; 
Lift  Mgh  his  royal  banner, 

It  must  not  suffer  loss : 
From  vict'ry  unto  vict'ry 

His  army  he  shall  lead, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 


2  Stand  up !  stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

Stand  in  his  strength  alone ; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you  ; 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own  : 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 

And,  watching  unto  prayer, 
"Where  duty  calls  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 

3  Stand  up !  stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

The  strife  will  not  be  long ; 
This  day  the  noise  of  battle. 

The  next  the  victor's  song : 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be  ; 
He  with  the  King  of  glory 

Shall  reign  eternally. 

George  Ditffleld,  Jv 


581  8s,  Ts  &  4. 

1  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  j 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
414 


DUTIES  AND  TRIALS. 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 

0  refresh  ns, 
Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound : 

ISTay  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey. 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 
John  Fawceit. 

415 


SECTION  VIII. 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 


5S2  C.  M.  D. 

1  Come,  let  us  joia  our  friends  above, 

That  have  obtained  the  pri2«, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love 

To  joys  celestial  rise : 
Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing, 

With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 

In  earth  and  heaven,  are  one, 

2  One  family  we  dwell  in  him, 

One  Church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 

The  narrow  stream,  of  death : 
One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow ; 
Part  of  his  host  have  crossed  the  flood^ 

And  part  are  crossing  now. 

3  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come. 

And  we  expect  to  die  : 
E'en  now  by  faith  we  join  our  hands 

With  those  that  went  before  ; 
And  greet  the  blood-besprinkled  bands 

On  the  eternal  shore. 

Charles  Wesley. 

416 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

583  c.  M. 

1  O  God,  onr  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 
Our  shelter  from  the  stonnv  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home ! 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne, 

Still  may  we  dwell  secure : 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defense  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everiasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages,  in  thy  sight. 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream. 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fiy,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

6  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  life  shall  last, 
And  our  perpetual  home  ! 

haac  Waits. 

584  c.  M. 

1  Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
Thou  Maker  of  my  frame : ' 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 

And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 
27  417 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  What  should  I  wish,  or  wait  for,  then. 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  dust  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

4  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recall ; 
I  give  my  mortal  interest  up. 
And  make  my  God  my  all, 

Isaac  Watts. 


^^^  C.  M. 

1  Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Name ! 

And  humbly  own  to  thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  we  be ! 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  T)reath  that  first  it  gave  : 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be. 

We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 

3  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

4  Great  God !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Rang  everlasting  things ! 
Th'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings ! 
418 


DEATH  AXD  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

5  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  Troe, 
Attends  on  every  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Ul)on  the  brink  of  death  ! 

f5  "Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense. 
To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 
And  if  our  souls  be  hurried  hence. 
May  they  be  found  with  God  ! 

Isaac  IVai 


586  c.  M. 

1  Death  rides  on  ever\^  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  fiower  ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour ! 

2  Our  eyes  hare  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay. 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come? 

4  Turn,  mortal,  turn!  thy  danger  know : 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread. 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead ! 

5  Turn,  Christian,  turn !  thy  soul  apply 

To  truths  divinely  given  : 
The  forms  which  underneath  thee  lie 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven  ! 

Reginald  Hebcr, 

419 


DEATH   AND   THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

581  c.  M. 

1  Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound 
Mine  ears,  attend  the  cry  : 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  tlie  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2'*  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
In  spite  of  all  your  towers ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours. ' ' 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  onr  certain  doom? 

And  are  we  still  secure? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb. 
And  yet  prepared  no  more ! 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
"We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

Isaac  Watts. 

588  s.  M. 

1  O  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found, 

Eest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean-depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  : 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  aU  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 
420 


DEATH  A2sD   THE  FUTUBE  STATE. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
O  I  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  ''the  second  death!" 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banished  ironi  thj-  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

6  Here  would  we  end  our  quest : 

Alone  are  found  in  thee 
The  life  of  perfect  lore,  the  rest 
Of  immortalirj. 

Jatnes  Montgcmery. 


589  s.  M. 

1  AxD  am  I  bom  to  die  ? 

To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 
Into  a  world  unknown  ? — 

2  A  land  of  deepest  shade. 

Unpierced  by  human  thought ; 
The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead. 
Where  all  things  are  forgot  I 

3  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 

What  will  become  of  me? 
Eternal  happiness  or  woe 
;Must  then  my  portion  be  ! 

4  Waked  by  the  tnimpet's  sound, 

I  from  my  grave  shal  1  rise  ; 
And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crowned, 
And  see  the  flaming  skies  ! 
421 


DEATH   AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

5  How  shall  I  leaye  my  tomb, 

With  triumph,  or  regret? 
A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom. 
A  curse  or  blessing  meet? 

6  Will  angel  bands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar  ? 
Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away 
To  meet  its  sentence  there  ? 

7  Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 

That  tears  my  anxious  breast? 
Shall  I  be  with  the  damned  cast  out, 
Or  numbered  with  tlie  blest  ? 

8  I  must  from  God  be  driven, 

Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Must  come  at  his  command  to  heaven, 
Or  else — depart  to  hell. 

Charles  Wesley. 


590  L.  M. 

1  He  comes  !  he  comes  !  the  Judge  severe! 
The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near  ; 
His  lightnings  flash,  his  thunders  roll ; 
How  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul! 

2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound  : 
See  the  almighty  Jesus  crowned  ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace. 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

3  Descending  on  his  azure  throne. 

He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own  : 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord  \ 
422 


DEATH   AND  THE  FUTUEE   STATE. 

4  Shout,  all  the  people  of  the  skv, 
And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High : 
Our  Lord,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
Forever  and  forever  reigns. 

Charles  Wesley. 

591  L.  M. 

1  The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day. 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  awar  ! 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day — 

2  "^Tien,  shriv'ling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 
And  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead? 

3  O  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay  ! 
Be  thou,  O  Christ,  the  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  : 

Sir  Walter  Sccit. 

592  c.  P.  M. 

i  Lo!  on  a  narrow  neck  of  laud, 

'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 

Secure,  insensible  : 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  heii. 

2  O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert. 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress : 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 
And  wake  to  righteousness ! 
423 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUES  STATE. 

3  Before  me  place  in  dread  array 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shait  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear 

Eternal  bliss  t'  insure ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above. 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full  supreme  delight. 

And  everlasting  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 


593  c.  P.  M. 

1  And  am  I  only  born  to  die? 
And  must  I  suddenly  comply 

With  nature's  stern  decree? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains? 
Celestial  joys,  or  hellish  pains, 

To  all  eternity ! 

2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  Kve, 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 

And  props  the  house  of  clay  : 
My  sole  concern,  my  single  care, 
To  watch,  and  tremble,  and  prepare 

Against  that  fatal  day  ! 
424 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

3  Xo  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone ; 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 

Th'  inexorable  throne ! 

4  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath. 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  I 
How  make  mine  own  election  sure ; 
^iJid  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

5  Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray  ; 

Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way, 

To  glorious  happiness ! 
Ah!  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart! 
And  whensoe'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  in  peace ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

594  c.  p.  M. 

1  When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home,    [come 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
ShaU  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
"Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand? 

2  I  love  to  meet  thy  people  now, 
Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But,  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
V/hat  if  my  name  should  be  left  out. 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 
425 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

3  O  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace ; 
Be  thon  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this  th'  accepted  day ; 
Thy  pardoning  voice  0  let  me  hea-r,       ^ 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er    th'  archangel's    trump    shall 

To  see  thy  smiling  face ;  [sound, 

Then  loudest  of  the  throng  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

Selina,  Countess  of  Huntingdon. 


595  7s.  6  1. 

1  Day  of  v^rath,  O  dreadful  day  ! 
When  this  world  shall  pass  away, 
And  the  heavens  together  roll, 
Shriv'ling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
Long  foretold  by  saint  and  sage, 
David's  harp,  and  sibyl's  page. 

2  Day  of  terror,  day  of  doom, 
When  the  Judge  at  last  shall  come ! 
Through  the  deep  and  silent  gloom, 
Shrouding  every  human  tomb, 
Shall  the  archangel's  trumpet  tone 
Summon  all  before  the  throne. 

3  Then  the  writing  shall  be  read, 
Which  shall  judge  the  quick  and  dead ; 
Then  the  Lord  of  all  our  race 

Shall  appoint  to  each  his  place  ; 
Every  wrong  shall  be  set  right. 
Every  secret  brought  to  light. 
426 


DEATH  AXD  THE  FUTUEE  STATE, 

4  O  just  Judge,  to  whom  belongs 
Vengeance  lor  all  earthly  wrongs, 
Grant  ibrgis-enes-s,  Lord,  at  last. 
Ere  the  dread  account  be  past : 

Lo,  my  sighs,  my  guilt,  my  shame  I 
Spare  me  for  thine  own  great  name. 

5  Thou,  who  bad'st  the  sinner  cease 
From  her  tears  and  go  in  peace, — 
Thou,  who  to  the  dying  thief 
Spakest  pardon  and  relief, — 
Thou,  O  Lord,  to  me  hast  given, 
E'en  to  me,  the  hope  of  heaven. 

Tkontas  of  Celano.    Tr.  hy  Arthur  Penrhyn Stanley. 


596  c.  M. 

1  And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 

And  answer  in  that  day 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought 
And  every  word  I  say  ? 

2  Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 
And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  How  careful,  then,  ought  I  to  live ! 

With  what  religious  fear  ! 
Y>^ho  such  a  strict  account  must  givc 
For  my  behavior  here  ! 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 

The  watchful  power  bestow ; 
So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 
427 


DEATH  AXD  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 
O,  let  me  feel  thee  near  ! 
And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 
I  at  thy  bar  appear. 

Charles  Wesley, 

597  c.  M. 

1  That  awful  day  Avill  surely  come, 

Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Jesus,  thou  Source  of  all  my  joys. 

Thou  Euler  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word,  ' '  Depart ! ' ' 

3  What !  to  be  banished  from  my  Lord, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die ! 

To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

And  death  forever  Hy ! 

4  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair. 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 

Isaac  Watts. 

598  L.  M. 

1  The  saints  who  die  of  Christ  possessed 
Enter  into  immediate  rest ; 

For  them  no  further  test  remains 
Of  purging  fires  and  tort'ring  pains. 

2  WTio  trusting  in  their  Lord  depart, 
Cleansed  from  all  sin  and  pure  in  heart, 
The  bliss  unmixed,  the  glorious  prize, 
They  find  with  Christ  in  ]paradise. 

428 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

3  Close  folloTred  by  their  ^s-orks  they  go. 
Their  Master's  purchased  joy  to  kno^ ; 
Their  works  enhance  the  bliss  prepared, 
And  each  hath  its  distinct  reward. 

4  Yet  glorified  by  grace  alone, 

They  cast  their  crowns  before  the  throne, 
And  fill  the  ech'ing  courts  above 
With  praises  of  redeeming  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 

599  L.  M. 

1  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  I  O  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
"With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 

That  death  hath  lost  his  venomefl  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus !  peaceful  rest. 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ! 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  : 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep. 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Margaret  Mackay. 

600  L.  M 

1  Shrinking  from  the  cold  hand  of  death, 
I  soon  shall  gather  up  my  feet; 
Shall  soon  resign  this  fleeting  breath, 
And  die — my  father's  God  to  meet. 
429 


DEATH   AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

2  Numbered  among  thy  people,  I 

Exjiect  with  joy  thy  face  to  see  : 
Because  thou  didst  for  sinners  die, 
Jesus,  in  death  remember  me ! 

3  O  that  without  a  ling' ring  groan 

I  may  the  welcome  word  receive ! 
^I}^  body  with  my  charge  lay  down, 
And  cease  at  once  to  work  and  live! 

4  Walk  with  ir '^ '  hrough  the  dreadful  shade, 

And,  certi      i  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  spirit     -    m  and  undismayed, 
I  shall  in     thy  hands  resign. 

5  No  anxious  doubt,  no  guilty  gloom. 

Shall  damp  whom  Jesus'  presence  cheers ; 
My  light,  my  life,  my  God  is  come, 
And  glory  ia  his  face  appears! 

Charles  Wesley. 


601  L.  M. 

1  Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  ? 

What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  joy. 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life. 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet. 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  ten-ors  as  she  passed ! 
430 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

4  Jesns  can  make  a  dying-bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are. 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there 

Isaac  Watts. 

603  L.  M. 

i  Hov/  blest  the  righteons  when  he  dies  ! 
When  sinks  a  weary  fonl  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes  ! 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  snmmer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er  ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! ' ' 

An7ia  Laetitia  Barbauld. 

003  a  M.  D. 

1  A  FEW  more  years  shall  roll, 

A  few  more  seasons  come; 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest. 

Asleep  within  the  tomb. 
A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 

On  this  wild,  rocky  shore ; 
And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  ceat^e, 

And  surges  swell  no  more. 

2  A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more. 
431 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 
Mj  soul  for  that  blest  day  ; 

O  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away ! 

Horatius  Bonay. 

604  s.  M. 

1  O  THOU  that  wouldst  not  have 

One  wretched  sinner  die ; 
Who  diedst  thyself,  my  soul  to  save 

From  endless  misery ! 
Show  me  the  way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe ; 
That,  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 

I  may  with  joy  appear  ! 

2  Thou  art  thyself  the  way, 

Thyself  in  me  reveal ; 
So  shall  I  spend  my  life's  short  day 

Obedient  to  thy  will : 
So  shall  J  love  my  God, 

Because  he  first  loved  me  ; 
And  praise  thee  in  thy  bright  abode 

To  all  eternity. 

Charles  lVesliy> 

605  6s,  Irregular. 

1  OXE  sweetly  solemn  thought 

Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er  : 
I'm  nearer  my  home  to-day 
Thau  I  ever  have  been  before ; 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  the  many  mansions  be ; 
Nearer  the  great  white  throne. 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea  ; 
432 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

3  Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down ; 
Nearer  leaving  the  cross, 
Nearer  gaining  the  crown. 

4  But  the  waves  of  that  silent  sea, 

EoU  dark  before  my  sight, 
That  brightly  the  other  side 
Break  on  a  shore  of  light. 

5  O,  if  my  mortal  feet 

Have  almost  gained  the  brink, 
If  it  be  I  am  nearer  home 
Even  to-day  than  I  think,— 

6  Father !  perfect  my  trust, 

Let  my  spirit  feel  in  death 
That  her  feet  are  firmly  set 
On  the  Eock  of  a  living  faith. 

Phoebe  Cary. 

006  C.  M. 

1  THRorGH  sorrow's  night  and    danger's 

path, 
Amid  the  deep'ning  gloom, 
"We,  foll'wers  of  our  sufTring  Lord, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  Yet  not  thus  hopeless,  in  the  grave, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie  : 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

3  These  ashes,  too,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  archangel's  trump  shall  break 
The  long  and  drearv  sleep. 
28  433 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

4  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 
Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long-sileut  voice  awake 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

Henry  Kirke  White. 


607  6s.  D. 

1  Go  to  thy  rest,  fair  child  ! 

Go  to  thy  dreamless  bed, 
Gentle,  and  meek,  and  mild, 

With  blessings  on  thy  head : 
Fresh  roses  in  thy  hand, 

Buds  on  thy  pillow  laid, 
Haste  from  this  blighting  land, 

Where  flow'rs  so  quickly  fade. 

2  Before  thy  heart  could  learn 

In  vray  wardness  to  stray  ; 
Before  thy  feet  could  turn 

The  dark  and  downward  way  ; 
Ere  sin  could  wound  thy  breast, 

Or  sorrow  wake  the  tear ; 
Rise  to  thy  home  of  rest, 

In  yon  celestial  sphere ! 

3  Because  thy  smile  was  fair, 

Thy  lip  and  eye  so  bright, 
Because  thy  cradle-care 

Was  such  a  fond  delight ; 
Shall  love,  with  weak  embrace,    • 

Thy  heavenward  flight  detain  ? 
No,  angel !  seek  thy  place 

Amid  yon  cherub  train. 

Mrs.  Lydia  H.  Sigczirney. 

434 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTTEE  STATE. 

608  c.  M. 

1  Thy  life  I  read,  my  gracious  Lord, 

With  transport  all  divine  ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 
Thy  love  in  everv*  line. 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face. 
While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3'* I  take  these  little  lambs,'*  said  he, 
"And  lay  them  in  my  breast ; 
Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 
In  me  be  ever  blest. 

4 "Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 
But  can't  dissolve  my  love  : 
Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above." 

Samuel  Stenneti. 

609  c.  Ji. 

1  When-  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand. 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

O  may  this  truth,  impressed 
With  awful  power— I  too  must  die- 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast ! 

3  Let  this  vain  world  delude  no  more : 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour. 
To-morrow  death  mav  come. 
435 


DEATH   AND   THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 
Let  every  heart  obey  ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

Anne  Steele. 

610  c.  M. 

1  Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour : 

How  soon  the  vapor  flies ! 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 
That  e'en  in  blooming  dies. 

2  Death  spreads  his  with 'ring,  wintry  arms. 

And  beauty  smiles  no  more : 
Ah  !  where  are  now  those  rising  charms 
Which  pleased  our  eyes  before  ? 

3  That  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
We  weep  our  earthly  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  our  joys. 

4  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore 
Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 
And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

Anne  Steele. 

611  L  M 

1  The  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets, 

And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold. 
As  careless  of  the  noontide  heats, 
As  fearless  of  the  evening  cold. 

2  Nipped  by  the  wind's  unkindly  blast, 

Parched  by  the  sun's  directer  ray, 
The  momentary  glories  waste, 
The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 
436 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

8  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 

When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows: 
Fairer  than  spiring  the  colors  shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  virgin  rose. 

4  Or  worn  by  slowly -rolliug  years. 

Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 
The  fading  glory  disappears, 

The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

5  Yet  these,  new-rising  from  the  tomb, 

With  luster  brighter  far  shall  shine, 
Re'V'ive  with  ever-during  Ijioom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  let  death  devour. 

If  heaven  must  recompense  our  pains : 
Perish  the  grass,  and  fade  the  flower, 
If  tirm  the  word  of  God  remains. 

Samuel  lVesiey,Jr' 


612  L.  M. 

1  UxTEiL  thy  besom,  faithful  tomb; 

Take  this^  new  treasure  to  thy  trust  5 
And  give  the^e  sacred  relics  room, 
Toslumber  in  the  silent  dust. 

2  Xor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 

Invades  tiiy  bounds  ;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here. 
While  angels  watch  the  sott  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  si ept :  God ' s  d\n ng  Son   [th  e  bed  ; 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blessed 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  x)ierce  the  shade. 
437 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn  : 
Attend,  O  earth,  bis  sovereign  word  ! 
Restore  thy  trust :  a  glorious  fonn 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts. 

613  7s 

1  Hark!  a  Aoice  divides  the  sky, 

Happy  are  the  faithful  dead ! 
In  the  Lord  who  sweetly  die, 

They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed. 

2  Them  the  Spirit  hath  declared 

Blest,  unutterably  blest  ; 

Jesus  is  their  great  reward, 

Jesus  is  their  endless  rest. 

3  Followed  by  their  works,  they  go 

Where  their  Head  has  gone  before  ; 
Keconciled  by  grace  below, 

Grace  had  opened  Mercy's  door. 

4  Justified  through  faith  alone. 

Here  they  knew  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
Here  they  laid  their  burden  down. 
Hallowed,  and  made  meet  for  heaven. 

Charles  Wesley. 

614  c.  M. 

1  Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  pro- 

For  all  the  pious  dead  !  [claim.^ 

Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  suflf 'rings  and  from  sins  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 
438 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

Isaac  Watts. 

615  c.  M. 

1  Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 

Fair  spirit,  rest  thee  now  ! 
E'en  vv-hile  with  us  thy  footsteps  trod. 
His  seal  was  on  thy  brow. 

2  Dust,  to  thy  narrow  house  beneath  ! 

Soul,  to  thy  place  on  high  ! 
They  that  have  seen  thy  lo*3k  in  death, 
Xo  more  may  fear  to  die. 

3  Lone  are  the  paths,  and  sad  the  bowers, 

Whence  thy  meek  smile  is  gone  ; 
Bnt  O,  a  brighter  home  than  ours. 
In  heaven  is  now  thine  own. 

Mrs.  Felicia  D.  Hemans. 

616  c.  M. 

1  "Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow. 

When  God  recalls  his  own, 
And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  woe 
For  an  immortal  crown? 

2  Is  not  e'en  death  a  gain  to  those 

Whose  life  to  God  was  given  ? 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close. 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past,  their  work  is  done, 

And  they  are  fully  blest : 
They've  fought  the  fight,  the  vict'ry  won 
Aiid  entered  into  rest. 
439 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow — 

God  has  recalled  his  own  ; 
And  let  our  hearts,  in  eveiy  woe, 

Still  say,  "Thy  will  be  done  !  " 

William  Hiley  Bathurst. 


617  6s,  8s. 

1  Fkiend  after  friend  departs  : 

Who  has  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts, 

That  linds  not  here  an  end  : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  final  rest, 
Living  or  dying  none  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  and  expire, 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 
A  long  eternity''  of  love, 

Formed  for  the  good  alone  ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day  ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, 
But  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 

Ja7nes  Montgo7nery. 

440 


DEATH   AND  THE  FUTCTRE  STATE. 

618  c.  M. 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  should  we  ^vish  the  hours  more  slow 
To  keep  us  from  our  Love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  once  the  flesh  of  Jesus  lay 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blessed. 

And  softened  every  bed  : 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way  : 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound. 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  tlie  skies ! 

Isaac  lyuti^. 

619  s  M. 

1  And  must  this  body  die, 

This  well-wrought  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mme 
Lie  mold' ring  in  the  clav  ? 
441 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  -worms 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face 
Be  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

Lord,  to  thy  dying  love  : 
O  may  we  bless  thy  grace  below, 
And  sing  thy  grace  above ! 

Isaac  Watts. 

620  13s,  lis. 

1  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will 

not  deplore  thee. 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass 
the  tomb ; 
Thy  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portals 
before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide 
through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art    gone    to    the    grave ;   we    no 

longer  behold  thee, 
Nor    tread    the    rough    paths    of  tiie 
world  by  thy  side; 
'But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread 
to  enfold  thee. 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Sin- 
less hath  died. 
442 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to   the   grave ;  and,    its 

aiansious  ibrsaking, 
Perchance    thy    weak    spirit    in    fear 

lingered  long  ; 
But  the  mild  rays  of  paradise    beamed 

on  thy  waking, 
And  the  sound    which    thou    heard^t 

was  the  seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  but  we  will- 

not  deplore  thee, 
Whose    God    was    thy     ransom,    thy 
guardian,  thy  guide ; 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will 
restore  tnee ; 
And    death    has    no    sting,    for     the 
Savioui'  has  died. 

Reginald  Heber. 


621  7s. 

i  Lo  !  the  pris'ner  is  released, 

Lightened  of  her  fleshly  load  ; 
Where  the  weary  are  at  rest, 
She  is  gathered  into  God  ! 

2  Lo !  the  pain  of  life  is  past. 

All  her  warfare  now  is  o'er ; 
Death  and  hell  behind  are  cast. 
Grief  and  sutFring  are  no  more. 

3  Yes,  the  Christian's  coui-se  is  run, 

Ended  is  the  glorious  strife  ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  work  is  done, 
Death  is  swallowed  up  of  life  ! 
443 


DEATH   AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE 

Borne  by  angels  on  their  wings, 
Far  from  earth  the  spirit  flies, 

Finds  her  God,  and  sits,  and  sings. 
Triumphing  in  paradise. 

Charles  Wesley. 


633  8s.    D. 

1  Kejoice  for  a  brother  deceased ; 

Our  loss  is  his  infinite  gain ; 
A  soul  out  of  prison  released, 

And  freed  from  his  bodily  chain : 
With  songs  let  us  follow  his  flight. 

And  mount  with  his  spirit  above : 
Escaped  to  the  mansions  of  light. 

And  lodged  in  the  Eden  of  love. 

2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gained, 

Outflying  the  tempest  and  wind ; 
His  rest  he  hath  sooner  obtained. 

And  left  his  companions  behind. 
Still  tossed  on  a  sea  of  distress, 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  blest  shore, 
Where  all  is  assurance  and  peace, 

And  sorrow  and  sin  are  no  more. 

3  There  all  the  ship's  company  meet, 

Who  sailed  with  the  Saviour  beneath ; 
With  shouting  each  other  they  greet. 

And  triumph  o'er  sorrow  and  death  ^ 
The  voyage  of  life's  at  an  end, 

The  mortal  affliction  is  past ; 
The  age  that  in  heaven  thej^  spend 

Forever  and  ever  shall  last. 

Charles  Wesley. 

444 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

623  8s,  7s. 

1  Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 

O'er  the  spoils  that  death  has  "svon, 
We  would,  at  this  solemu  meeting. 
Calmly  say,  "  Thy  will  be  done." 

2  Though  cast  down,  we're  not  forsaken  ; 

Though  afflicted,  not  alone  : 
Thou  didst  give,  and  thou  hast  taken  ; 
Blessed  Lord,  ' '  Thy  will  be  done. ' ' 

3  Though  to-day  we' re  filled  with  mourning, 

Mercy  still  is  on  the  throne  ; 
With  thy  smiles  t)f  love  returning, 
We  can  sing,  "Thy  will  be  done." 

4  By  thy  hands  the  boon  was  given  ; 

Thou  hast  taken  but  thine  own  : 

Lord  of  earth,  and  God  of  heaven, 

Evermore,  "Thy  will  be  done." 

Thomas  Hastings. 

624  L.  M. 

1  Go,  spirit  of  the  sainted  dead, 

Go  to  thy  longed  for,  happy  home ! 
The  tears  of  man  are  o'er  thee  shed ; 
The  voice  of  angels  bids  thee  come, 

2  If  life  be  not  in  length  of  days, 

In  silvered  locks  and  furrowed  brow, 
But  liNiug  to  the  Saviour's  praise. 
How  few  have  lived  so  long  as  thou  I 

B  Though  earth  maj'  boast  one  gem  the  less, 
May  not  e'en  heaven  the  richer  be? 
And  myriads  on  thy  footsteps  press, 
To  share  thy  blest  eternity. 

Author  Unknown. 

445 


DEATH   AND   THE   FUTURE  STATE. 

G25  c.  M. 

1  What   though   the  arm  of   conqu'rinc; 

death 
Does  God's  own  house  invade? 
"What  though  the  prophet  and  the  priest 
Be  numbered  with  the  dead  ? 

2  Though  earthly  shepherds  dv/ell  in  dust, 

The  aged  and  the  young, — 
The  watchful  eye,  in  darkness  closed, 
And  mute  th'  instructive  tongue — 

3  Th'  Eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 

New  comfort  to  impart ; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 
Stiil  animates  our  heart. 

4  "Lo !  I  am  with  you,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  My  Church  shall  safe  abide ; 
For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own, 
Whose  souls  in  me  confide." 

5  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 

This  promise  is  our  trust ; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song, 
When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 

Phz/ip  Doddridge. 


626  los. 

1  Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  gloTions  prime, 
In  full  activity  of  zeal  and  power  ! 
A  Christian  cannot  die  before  his  time  : 
The  liOrd's  appointment  is  the  servant's 
hour. 

446 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

2  Go  to  the  grave;   at   noon   from,   laoor 

cease ; 
Rest  on  thy  sheaves ;   thy  harvest-task 
is  done. 
Come  from  the  heat  of  battle,   and   in 
peace , 
Soldier,  go  home :  ^th  thee  the  tight 
is  won. 

3  Go  to  the  grave  :  for  there  thy  Saviour 

lay 
In  death's  embraces,   ere  he  arose  on 

high; 
And  all  the  ransomed,  by  that  narrow  way 
Pass  to  eternal  life  beyond  the  sky. 

4  Go  to  the  grave — no  I  take  thy  seat  above. 

Be  thy  pnre  spirit  present  with   the 
Lord, 
Where  thou  for  faith  and  hope  hast  per- 
fect love, 
And  open  vision  for  the  written  word. 

James  Montgo»iery. 

027  s.  M. 

1  It  is  not  death  to  die^— - 

To  leave  this  weary  road, 
And,  'mid  the  brotherhood  on  high. 
To  be  at  home  with  God. 

2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  It  is  not  death  to  bear 

The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 
From  dungeon  chain,  to  breathe  the  air 
Of  boundless  liberty. 
447 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

4  It  is  not  death  to  fling 

Aside  this  sinful  dust, 
And  rise,  on  strong  exulting  wing, 
To  live  among  the  just. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  life. 

Thy  chosen  cannot  die ! 
Like  thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife,- 
To  reign  with  thee  on  high. 

C.  H.  A.  Malan.     Tr.  by  G.  W.  Bethuns, 

638  S.  M. 

1  Eest  for  the  toiling  hand, 

Eest  for  the  anxious  brow. 
Rest  for  the  weary,  waysore  feet, 
Rest  from  all  labor  now, — 

2  Rest  for  the  fevered  brain, 

Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye  ; 
Thro'  these  parched  lips  of  thine  no  mora 
Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 

3  Soon  shall  the  trump  of  God 

Give  out  the  welcome  sound. 
That  shakes  thy  silent  chamber-walls. 
And  breaks  the  turf  sealed  ground. 

4  Ye  dwellers  in  the  dust. 

Awake !  come  forth  and  sing ; 
Sharp  has  your  frost  of  winter  been, 
But  bright  shall  be  your  spring. 

5  'Twas  sown  in  weakness  here : 

'Twill  then  be  raised  in  power ; 
That  which  was  sown  an  earthly  seed, 
Shall  rise  a  heavenly  flower  ! 

Horatitis  Bonar. 
448 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

029  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  Day  of  judgment, day  of  -vronders  ! 

Hark!  the  trumpet's  avrfal  sound! 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ! 
How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing 
Then  shall  say,  ' '  This  God  is  mine : 

Gracious  Saviour, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine  I 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Kise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  voice,  prepare  to  flee : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  vdll  then  become  of  thee? 

4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  ' '  Come  near,  ye  blessid  f 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow  : 

You  forever 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know. ' ' 

John  Keivion- 


630  8s  &  4. 

1  There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 
A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found; 
They  softly  lie,  and  sweetly  sleep, 
Low  in  the  ground. 
29  449 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

2  The  storm  that  wrecks  the  winter  sky 
No  more  disturbs  their  sweet  repose, 
Than  summer  evening's  latest  sigh, 

That  shuts  the  rose. 

3  I  soon  shall  lay  this  painful  head 
And  aching  heart  beneath  the  soil ; 
And  slumber  in  that  dreamless  bed 

From  all  my  toil. 

4  There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 
A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found, 
And  while  the  mold^ring  ashes  sleep, 

Low  in  the  ground, — 

5  The  soul,  of  origin  divine, 

God's  glorious  image,  freed  from  clay, 
In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shin^ 
A  star  of  day. 

James  Montgomery, 


631  8.  M.     D. 

1  "FOEEVEB  with  the  Lord!" 

Amen,  so  let  it  be  ! 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 

'Tia  immortality. 
Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent, 

A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

2  "Forever  with  the  Lord!" 

Father,  if  'tis  thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithftU  word, 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfill. 
450 


DEATH  AND  THE  FTjTUEE  STATE. 

So  when  my  latest  breath 
Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 

By  death  I  shall  escape  firom  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

3  Knowing  as  I  am  known. 

How  shall  I  love  that  word, 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  tlirone, 

"Forever  with  the  Lord  ! " 
' '  Forever  with  the  Lord ! ' ' 

Amen,  so  let  it  be ! 
Xife  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 

'Tis  iannortality. 

James  Montgomery. 


632  s.  M.    D. 

i  Seevant  of  God,  well  done ! 

Thy  giorious  warfare's  past ; 
The  battle's  fought,  the  ra^e  is  won, 

And  thou  art  crowned  at  last ; 
Of  all  thy  heart's  desire 

Triumphantly  possessed ; 
Lodged  by  the  ministerial  choir 

Li  thy  Eedeemer's  breast. 

2  In  condescending  love, 

Thy  ceaseless  prayer  he  heard ; 
And  bade  thee  suddenly  remove 

To  thy  complete  reward. 
With  saints  enthroned  on  high, 
Thou  dost  thy  Lord  proclaim. 
And  still  to  God  salvation  cry, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ! 
45i 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUKE  STATE. 

3  O  happy,  happy  soul ! 

In  ectasies  of  praise, 
Long  as  eternal  ages  roll, 

Thon  seest  thy  Saviour's  face. 
Redeemed  from  earth  and  pain, 

Ah  !  when  shall  we  ascend. 
And  all  in  Jesus'  presence  reign 

With  our  translated  friend? 

Charles  Wesley. 

633  lis,  lOs. 

1  Haek,  hark,  my  soul!  angelic  songs  are 

swelling 
O'er  earth's    green  fields  and  ocean's 
wave-beat  shore : 
How  sweet  the  truth  those  blessed  strains 
are  telling 
Of  that  new  life  when  sin  shall  be  no 
more! 

Chorum. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  angels  of  light. 
Singing  to  welcome  the  pilgrims  of  the 
night  I 

2  Onward  we  go,  for  still  we  hear  them 

singing, 
"Come,  weary   souls,   for  Jesus  bids 
you  come ;  " 
And  through  the  dark,  its  echoes  sweetly 
ringing, 
The  music  of  the  gospel  leads  us  home. 

3  Far,    far    away,  like    bells    at    evening 

pealing, 
The  voice  of  Jesus  sounds  o'er  land 
and  sea, 

452 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

And  laden  sonis  by  thonsands,  meekly 
stealing, 
Kind  Shepherd,  tnm  their  weary  steps 
to  thee. 

4  Eest  comes  at  length,  though  life  be  long 

and  dreary ; 
The  day  must   dawn,  and    darksome 

night  be  past ; 
All   journeys    end   in   welcome   to   the 

weary, 
And  heaven,  the  heart's  true  home, 

will  come  at  last. 

5  Angels,  sing  on !   your  faithful  watches 

keeping ; 
Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the  songs 

above ; 
Till  morning's  joy  shall  end  the  night  of 

weeping, 
And    life's    long    shadows    break    in 

cloudless  love. 

Frederick  William  Faber. 

634  L.  M. 

1  Shall  man,  O  God  of  light  and  life, 

Forever  molder  in  the  grave  ? 
Canst  thou  forget  thy  glorious  work, 
Thy  promise,  and  thy  power  to  save  ? 

2  In  those  dark,  silent  realms  of  night, 

Shall  peace  and  hope  no  more  arise? 
No  fatare  morning  light  the  tomb. 
No  day-star  gild  the  darksome  skies? 

3  Cease,  cease,  ye  vain,  desponding  fears : 

"When  Christ,  our  Lord,  from  darkness 
sprang, 

453 


DEATH  AND  THS  FUTUEE  STATE. 

Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 
And  heaven  with  praise  and  wonder 
rang. 

4  Faith  sees  the  bright,  eternal  doors 
Unfold,  to  make  his  children  way ; 
They  shall  be  clothed  with  endless  life, 
And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 

Timothy  Dwight. 


635  C.  M.     Pec. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wand'rers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 

'Tis  found  above,  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven. 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  ;  'tis  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by. 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom : 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

William  Bingham  Tappan. 

454 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUKE  STATE. 

636  s.  M. 

1  We  know,  by  faith  we  know, 

If  this  vile  honse  of  clay, 
This  tabernacle,  sink  below, 
In  ruinous  decay, 

2  We  have  a  house  above. 

Not  made  with  mortal  hands ; 

And  firm  as  our  Redeemer's  love 

That  heavenly  fabric  stands. 

3  It  stands  securely  high, 

Indissolubly  sure ; 
Our  glorious  mansion  in  the  sky 
Shall  evermore  endure. 

4  O  let  us  put  on  thee 

In  perfect  holiness! 
And  rise  prepared  thy  face  to  see, 
Thy  bright,  unclouded  face. 

5  Thy  grace  with  glory  crown, 

Who  hast  the  earnest  given  ; 
And  then  triumphantly  come  down, 
And  take  us  up  to  heaven ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

631  c.  M. 

1  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  I  ask  them  whence  their  vict'ry  came  ; 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 
455 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATS. 

3  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast; 
And,  foil' wing  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

4  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 

For  his  own  pattern  given  ; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

Isaac  IVatis. 

638  L.  M. 

1  What  sinners  value  I  resign  ; 
Lord, 'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine: 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere : 
"W"hen  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

3  O  glorious  hour !  O  blest  abode! 

I  shall  be  near,  and  like,  my  God  ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  "svith  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

Isaac  Watis. 

639  L.  M. 

1  Theee  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen 
In  visions  of  enraptured  thought. 
So  bright,  that  all  which  spreads  between 
Is  with  its  radiant  glories  fraught. 
456 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

2  A  land  upon  whose  blissful  shore 

There  rests  no  shadow,  falls  no  stain ; 
There  those  who  meet  shall  part  no  more, 
And  those  long  parted  meet  again. 

3  Its  skies  are  not  like  earthly  skies, 

With  var'ing  hues  of  shade  and  light ; 
It  hath  no  need  of  suns  to  rise 
To  dissipate  the  gloom  of  night. 

4  There  sweeps  no  desolating  wind 

Across  that  calm,  serene  aliode  ; 
The  wand'rer  there  a  home  may  find 
Within  the  paradise  of  God. 

Gurdon  Robins, 

640  C.  M. 

i  PUEE  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 
And  all  the  region  peace  : 
No  wanton  lix:>,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

2  Those  holy  gates  forever  bar 
Pollution,  sin,  and  shame  ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there 
But  foU'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts. 

641  7s.    D 

1  What  are  these  arrayed  in  white, 
Brighter  than  the  noonday  sun ; 
Foremost  of  the  sons  of  light, 
Nearest  the  eternal  throne? 
These  are  they  that  bore  the  cross, 

Nobly  for  their  lilaster  stood  ; 
SuflTrers  in  his  righteous  cause, 
Foll'wers  of  the  dving  God. 
457 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

Ont  of  great  distress  they  came, 

Washed  their  robes  by  faith  below 
In  the  blood  of  youder  Lamb, 

Blood  that  washes  white  as  snow ; 
Therefore  are  they  next  the  throne, 

Serve  their  Maker  day  and  night  ; 
God  resides  among  his  own, 

God  doth  in  his  saints  delight. 

More  than  conquerors  at  last, 

Here  they  find  their  trials  o'er, 
They  have  all  their  suff 'rings  passed, 

Hunger  now  and  thirst  no  more  : 
No  excessive  heat  they  feel 

From  the  sun's  directer  ray ; 
In  a  milder  clime  they  dwell. 

Region  of  eternal  day. 

Charles  Wesley 


642  8s.    D. 

1  Away  with,  our  sorrow  and  fear ! 

We  soon  shall  recover  our  home ; 
The  city  of  saints  shall  appear  ; 

The  day  of  eternity  come  : 
From  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 

And  mount  to  our  native  abode, 
The  house  of  our  Father  above, 

The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 

2  Our  moumiug  is  all  at  an  end. 

When,  raised  by  the  life-giving  word. 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 
Adorned  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord : 

453 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUES  STATE. 

The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 

No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air ; 

No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin, 
No  shadow  of  e^vol,  is  there ! 

By  faith  we  already  behold 

That  lovely  Jerusalem  here ; 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold, 

As  ciystal  her  buildings  are  clear : 
Immovably  founded  in  grace, 

She  stands  as  she  ever  hath  stood, 
And  brightly  her  builder  displays. 

And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 

Charles  Wesley, 


643  83.  D. 

1  I  LONG  to  behold  him  arrayed 

"With  glory  and  light  from  above ; 
The  King  in  his  beauty  displayed. 

His  beauty  of  holiest  love  : 
I  languish  and  sigh  to  be  there, 

Where  Jesus  hath  fixed  his  abode : 
O  when  shall  we  meet  in  the  air, 

And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God 

2  "With  him  I  on  Sion  shall  stand, 

For  Jesus  hath  spoken  the  word  ; 
The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 

Surs-ey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord ; 
But  when,  on  thy  bosom  reclined, 

Thy  face  I  am  strengthened  to  see, 
My  fullness  of  rapture  T  find. 

My  heaven  of  heavens,  in  thee. 

Charles  W:sley. 

459 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

644  c.  M.    D. 

1  How  happy  every  child  of  grace, 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven  ; 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight ; — 

Yet,  O!  by  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 

The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

2  A  stranger  in  the  world  below, 

I  calmly  sojourn  here ; 
Nor  can  its  happiness  or  woe 

Provoke  my  hope  or  fear : 
Its  evils  in  a  moment  end, 

Its  joys  as  soon  are  past ; 
But  O !  the  bliss  to  which  I  tend 

Eternally  shall  last. 

3  To  that  Jerusalem  above 

With  singing  I  repair ; 
V/hile  in  the  flesh,  my  hope  and  love, 

My  heart  and  soul,  are  there : 
There  my  exalted  Saviour  stands, 

My  merciful  High  Priest, 
And  still  extends  his  wounded  hands. 

To  take  me  to  his  breast. 

Charles  Wesley. 

645  c.  M.    D. 

1  O  WHAT  a  blessed  hope  is  ours ! 
While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
Y»''e  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day : 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 
Our  life  in  Christ  concealed, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 
Our  earthen  vessels  filled ; — 
460 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

2  O  vTould  he  more  of  heaven  bestow ! 

And  let  the  vessels  break, 
And  let  our  ransomed  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek  ; 
In  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

"Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout,  and  wonder  at  his  grace, 

To  ail  eternity  ! 

Charles  iVesley. 

646  c.  M.    D. 

1  And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  droop  or  die  : 
My  son!  shall  quit  the  monrniu.1  vale. 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high — 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints. 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest. 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 

In  my  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down. 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain  : 
I  suffer  out  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  Deliv'rer  come, " 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears. 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away, 
I  come  to  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

Charles  Wesley. 
461 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

647  lis. 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  alway  ;  I  ask  not  to 

stay 
Where  storm  after  storm,  rises  dark  o'er 

the  way : 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us 

here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough 

ibr  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  aiway :  no — welcome 

the  tomb; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not 

its  gloom : 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me 

arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the 

skies. 

3  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  froru 

his  God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,    that  blissful 

abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er 

the  bright  plains. 
And    the   noontide   of  glory    eternally 

reigns ; — 

4  Where  th'  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 

meet. 

Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported 
to  greet ; 

While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasing- 
ly roil. 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast 
of  the  soul ! 

IVilliam  Augustus  MuhUnocrg, 
462 


DEATH  AND  THE  FTTUEE  STATE. 

648  c.  M. 

1  O  MOTHEE  dear,  Jerusalem, 

When  sbEll  I  come  to  thee? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints, 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 
In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 
Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 

3  No  dimming  cloud  o'ershadows  thee. 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night ; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 
For  Grod  himself  gives  light. 

4  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone. 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square ; 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl : 
O  God,  if  I  were  there ! 

5  Right  through  thy  streets  with  pleasing 

The  flood  of  life  doth  flow,  [sound 

And  on  the  banks,  on  either  side, 
The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 

6  Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripened  fniit ; 

For  evermore  they  spring ; 

And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 

To  thee  their  honors  bring. 

7  O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem ! 

Yv'hen  shall  I  come  to  thee? 
"When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 

Francis  Baksr.    Alt.  by  David  Dickion. 
463 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

649  c.  M. 

1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me! 
Y/hen  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaveu-biiilt 

And  pearly  gates  behold?  [walls 

Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold? 

3  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
"Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up. 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats!  through  rade  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe? 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view. 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

Francis  Baker.     Alt.  h-j  James  Boden. 

464 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

650  C.  M.     D. 

1  THETiE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 

And  pleasures  banish  pain  : 
There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-with'ring  floTvers ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

2  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  li\ing  green  : 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 
Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death' scold  flood, 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Isaac  Watts. 


851  c.  M. 

1  Ox  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand. 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  0  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green. 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail 

On  trees  immortal  grow  ;  [vales, 

There  rocks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 
30  465 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God,  the  Sun,  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds  nor  x)ois'nons  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest? 
"When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

7  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ! 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
.    Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

Samuel  Stenneit, 


652  7s,  6s.    D. 

1  Jerusalem  the  golden, 

With  milk  and  honey  blest, 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  oppressed 
I  know  not,  O  I  know  not 

What  social  joys  are  there  : 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

All  jubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel. 
And  all  the  martyr  throng : 
468 


t)2ATH  AND  THE  FUTUBE  STATE. 

The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 

The  daylight  is  serene  ; 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen, 

3  There  is  the  throne  of  David  ; 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph. 

The  song  of  them  that  feast ; 
And  they  who,  with  their  Leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

4  O  sweet  and  blessed  country. 

The  home  of  God's  elect ! 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 
Bernard  of  Cluny.     Tr.  hy  J.  M.  Neale. 

G53  7s,  6s.    D. 

1  Theee  is  a  land  immortal, 

The  beautiful  of  lands ; 
Beside  its  ancient  portal 

A  silent  sentry  stands ; 
He  only  can  undo  it. 

And  open  wide  the  door ; 
And  morfhls  who  pass  through  it. 

Are  mortal  never  more. 

2  Though  dark  and  drear  the  passage 

That  leadeth  to  the  gate. 
Yet  grace  attends  the  message, 
To  souls  that  watch  and  wait : 
467 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTURE  STATS, 

And  at  the  time  appointed 
A  messenger  comes  down, 

And  guides  the  Lord's  anointed 
From  cross  to  glory's  crown. 

3  Their  sighs  are  lost  in  singing, 
They're  blessed  in  their  tears ; 

Their  journey  heavenward  winging, 
They  leave  on  earth  their  fears : 

Death  like  an  angel  seemeth  ; 

* '  We  welcome  thee, ' '  they  cry  ; 

Their  face  with  glory  beameth — 
'Tis  life  for  them  to  die ! 

Thomas  MacKellar. 

054  7s,  6s.    D. 

1  Brief  life  is  here  our  portion  ; 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care ; 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  there. 
O  happy  retribution  ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest ; 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 

A  mansion  with  the  blest! 

2  And  there  is  David's  fountain, 

And  life  in  fullest  glow  ; 
And  there  the  light  is  golden, 

And  milk  and  honey  flow ; 
The  light  that  hath  no  evening, 

The  health  that  hath  ;jo  sore, 
The  life  that  hath  no  ending, 

But  lasteth  evermore. 

3  And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 

But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 
Oi  full  and  everlasting 
And  passionless  renown. 
468 


DEATH  AND  THE  FUTUEE  STATE. 

But  he  whom  now  we  trust  in 
Shall  then  be  seen  and  known  ; 

And  they  that  know  and  see  him 
Shall  have  him  for  their  own. 


The  morning  shall  awaken, 

The  shadows  shall  decay. 
And  each  true-hearted  servant 

Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day. 
There  God,  our  King  and  Portion, 

In  fullness  of  his  grace, 
Shall  we  behold  forever. 

And  worship  face  to  face, 
Bernard  of  Cluny.    Tr.hy  J.  M.  Neale. 


655  S.    M.      D. 

1  "Servant  of  God,  well  done! 

Eest  from  thy  loved  employ; 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won, 

Enter  thy  Master's  joy." 
The  voice  at  midnight  came; 

He  started  up  to  hear; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame; 

He  fell,— but  felt  no  fear. 

2  Tranquil  amid  alarms, 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 
A  vet' ran,  slumb'ring  on  his  arms, 

Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 
His  sword  was  in  his  hand. 

Still  warm  with  recent  fight, 
E^ady  that  moment,  at  command, 

Through  rock  and  steel  to  smite, 
469 


DEATH   AND  THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

3  It  was  a  two-edged  blade, 

Of  Tieavenly  temper  keen  ; 
And  double  were  the  wounds  it  made, 

Where'er  it  glanced  between. 
'Twas  death  to  sin,— 'twas  life 

To  all  who  mourned  for  sin  ; 
It  kindled  and  it  silenced  strife, 

Made  war  and  peace  within. 

4  Oft  with  its  fiery  force 

His  arm  had  quelled  the  foe, 
And  laid,  resistless  in  his  course, 

The  alien-armies  low. 
Bent  on  such  glorious  toils, 

The  world  to  him  was  loss. 
Yet  all  his  trophies,  all  his  spoils, 

He  hung  upon  the  cross. 

5  At  midnight  came  the  cry, 

"  To  meet  thy  God  prepare  !  " 
He  woke, — and  caught  his  Captain's  eye, 

Then,  strong  in  faith  and  prayer, 
His  spirit,  with  a  bound, 

Left  ita  encumb'ring  clay  : 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground 

A  darkened  ruin  lay. 

6  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease ; 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 

His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 
Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ  ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  run, 

Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy, 

James  Montgomery. 

470 


SECTION  IX. 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 


1.    MISSIONS. 


656  c.  M. 

1  Gkeat  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creatiou  thine ; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 

3  O  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound? 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 
The  temples  of  thy  praise. 

Thomas  Gibbons. 

471 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

^51  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  Who  but  thou,  almighty  Spirit, 

Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim  ! 

Men  may  preach,  but  till  thou  favor, 

Heathens  will  be  still  the  same  : 

Mighty  Spirit  I 
"Witness  to  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Thou  hast  promised  by  thy  prophets 

Glorious  light  in  latter  days : 
Come,  and  bless  bewildered  nations, 
Change  our  prayers  and  tears  to  praise; 

Promised  Spirit ! 
Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 

3  All  our  hopes,  and  prayers,  and  labors 

Must  be  vain  without  thine  aid  : 
But  thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us, 
All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said  : 

Faithful  Spirit! 
O'er  the  world  thine  influence  shed. 

Author  Unknown. 

^n^  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore. 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet ; 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 

3  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

472 


MISSIONS. 

4  People  and  realms,  of  every  tongue, 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song, 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

5  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blessed. 

Isaac  Watts. 


■^ 


/"^eso  L.  M. 

1  Feom  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore 
I         Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

V  Isaac  Watts. 

660  7,  6,  7,  6.     D. 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free. 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy. 
And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
473 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 
Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 

Whose  souls  condemned  and  dying, 
Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  come  down  like  showeis 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love,  joy,  hope,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 
Before  him  on  the  mountains 

Shall  peace  the  herald  go ; 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

James  Montgomery. 


661  c.  M. 

1  Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 

Exalt  thy  fallen  head ; 
Again  in  thy  Kedeemer  trust  ; 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead, 

2  Awake,  awake !  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge , 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth  ; 
Say  to  the  south,  "Give  up  thy  charge," 
And,  "Keep  not  back,  O  north." 

4  They  come !    they  come !    thine  exiled 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam,       [bands, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lauds, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 
474 


MISSIONS. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  bum, 
And  God  his  works  destroy. 
With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return^ 
And  everlasting  joy. 

James  Montgomery. 

663  s.  M. 

1  Almighty  God  of  love, 

Set  up  th'  attracting  sign, 
And  summon  vrhom  thou  dost  approve 
For  messengers  di^i.ne. 

2  From  favored  Abrah'm's  seed 

The  new  apostles  choose, 
In  isles  and  continents  to  spread 
The  dead-reviving  news. 

3  O  send  thy  servants  forth, 

To  call  the  Hebrews  home  ! 
From  East,  and  West,  and  South,  and 
Let  all  the  wand'rers  come  :      [North, 

4  With  Israel's  myriads  sealed, 

Let  all  the  nations  meet, 
And  show  the  mysterv^  fulfilled, 
The  family  complete ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

663  s  M. 

1  Lord,  if  at  thy  command         ^ 

The  word  of  life  we  sow,  | 

Watered  by  thy  almighty  hand, 
The  seed  shall  surely  grow. 

2  The  virtue  of  thy  grace 

A  large  increase  shall  give, 
And  multiply  the  faithful  race. 
Who  to  thy  glory  live. 
475 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

3  Now,  then,  the  ceaseless  shower 

Of  gospel  blessings  send, 
And  let  the  soul-converting  power 
Thy  ministers  attend. 

4  On  multitudes  confer 

The  heart-renewing  love, 
And  by  the  joy  of  grace  prepare 
For  fuller  joys  above. 

Charles  Wesley. 

664  L.  P.  M. 

1  Lord  over  all,  if  thou  haat  made. 

Hast  ransomed  every  soul  of  man, 
Why  is  thy  grace  so  long  delayed  ? 

Why  unfulfilied  the  saving  plan? 
The  bliss  for  Adam's  race  designed. 
When  will  it  reach  to  all  mankind  ? 

2  As  lightning  launched  from  east  to  west, 

The  coming  of  thy  kingdom  be  ; 
To  thee,  by  angel-hosts  confessed, 

Bow  every  soul  and  every  knee : 
Thy  glory  let  all  flesh  behold  ! 
And  then  fill  up  thy  heavenly  fold. 

Charles  Wesley. 

665  7s,  6s.    D. 

1  The  morning  light  is  breaking ; 

The  darkness  disappears ; 

The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears  : 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 
Prex)ared  for  Zion's  war. 
476 


MISSIONS. 

2  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  vre  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

3  Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thine  onward  way ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation. 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  : 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  •'  The  Lord  is  come  !  " 

Samuel  Francis  Smith. 

^e^  7s. 

1  Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 

When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway. 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 
Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 

2  Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  o^vn; 

Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore  ; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  ho  more. 

3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease ; 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  ; 
Kighteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturbed,  shall  ever  reign, 

4  Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord ; 

Ever  praise  his  glorious  name ; 
477 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

All  his  mighty  acts  record, 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

Harriet  Auier> 

G611  8,  7,  8,  7,  4,  7. 

1  O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 

Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze  ; 
All  the  promises  do  travail 

With  a  glorious  day  of  grace : 
Blessed  jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn ! 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western. 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

And  redemption. 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ; 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply,  and  still  increase : 

Sway  thy  scepter. 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

William  Williams. 

668  L.  M. 

1  Assembled  at  thy  great  command. 
Before  thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand  ; 
The  voice  that  marshaled  every  star 
Has  called  the  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled ; 
Along  the  line — to  either  pole — 

The  anthem  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

478 


MISSIONS. 

3  Our  prayoTS  assist ;  accept  our  praise  ; 
Our  hopes  revive  ;  our  courage  raise ; 
Our  counsels  aid;  to  each  impart 

The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 

4  Forth  -with  thy  chosen  heralds  come  ; 
Recall  the  wand'ring  spirits  home  : 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound. 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around, 

IVilHavt  Bengo  Collyer. 

669  c.  M, 

1  The  nations  call !  from  sea  to  sea 

Extends  the  thrilling  cry, 
"Come  over,  Christians,  if  there  he, 
And  help  us,  ere  we  die. ' ' 

2  Our  hearts,  O  Lord,  the  summons  feel ; 

Let  hand  with  liearc  combine. 
And  answer  to  the  world's  appeal 
By  giving  ' '  that  is  thine. ' ' 

3  Say  to  thy  gifted  servants,  "Speed ! 

Behold  the  world  your  field  ; " 
Say  to  the  gold,  "  The  Lord  hath  need," 
Till  hoarded  treasures  yield. 

4  Say  to  the  slumh'ring  soul,  "Awake! 

Ere  wanes  thy  noon  away ; 
Lo !  soon  I  come  th'  account  to  take, 
Ye  stewards  of  a  day." 

5  Saviour,  forgive ;  ashamed  we  lie ; 

Thy  gracious  will  we  know  : 
Behold,  while  we  delay,  they  die ! 
Bid,  bid  us  send,  or  go. 

Anne  Gilbert. 

479 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

670  7s,  6s.    D. 

1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountain^ 

From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
"Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  "What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile? 
In  vain  vdth  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation !  O  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  ^lessiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll. 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole : 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Eedeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Reginald  Hebero 

480 


MISSIONS. 

671  78.     D. 

1  Haek  1  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore ; 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign ; 
Hallelujah  1  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark  !  the  sound 

From  the  depths  unto  the  skies 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies : 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furled. 

Sheathed  his  sword;  he  speaks:  'tis  done; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  i)ole  to  pole, 

With  illimitable  sway : 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away  ! 
Then  the  end — beneath  his  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  Clod, 

God  in  Christ,  is  al,l  ix  all, 

James  Montgomery, 


672  7s.     D. 

1  Go,  ye  messengers  of  God  ! 

Like  the  beams  of  morning  fly ! 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod, 
Wave  the  banner  cross  on  high  I 
.31  481 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

Where  th'  aspirant  minaret 

Gleams  along  the  morning  skiess, 

Vfave  it  till  the  crescent  set, 
And  the  "Star  of  Jacob"  rise. 

2  Go !  to  many  a  tropic  isle 

In  the  bosom  of  the  deep, 
Where  the  skies  forever  smile 

And  th'  oppressed  forever  -weep ! 
O'er  the  negro's  night  of  care 

Pour  the  living  light  of  heaven ; 
Chase  away  the  fiend  despair, 

Bid  him  hope  to  be  forgiven ! 

3  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  East, 
Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display. 

Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast : 
Circumnavigate  the  ball. 

Visit  every  soil  and  sea ; 
Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all — 

Jesus'  love  is  fall  and  free. 

Joshua  Marsden, 

673  lis,  lOs. 

1  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad 

morning! 
Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have 

lain ! 
Hushed   be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and 

mourning; 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of   Zion's  glad 

morning, 
Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold  : 
482 


MISSIONS. 

Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  retnrn- 
ing; 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  be- 
hold. 

3  Lo,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  spring- 

ing; 
Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along; 
Lend  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are 

ringing; 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure,  and  mingle  in 

song. 

4  See,  from  all  lands,  from  the  isles  of  the 

ocean, 

Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high  ; 
Fallen  are  the  engines  of  war  and  com- 
motion; 

Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 

Thomas  Hastings. 


674  83,  7s  &  4. 

1  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion,  long  in  hostile  lands  ; 

Mourning  captive , 
God  himself  shall  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved? 

Cease  thy  mourning ; 
Zion  atill  is  well  beloved. 
483 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee; 

He  himself  appears  thy  Friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  : 

Great  deliv' ranee 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee  ; 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past ; 
God  thy  Saviour  will  defend  thee ; 
Victory  is  thine  at  last : 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 

Thomas  Kelly. 


W^  C.  M. 

1  Behold,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 

In  latter  days  shall  rise 
Above  the  mountains  and  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wond'iing  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow  ; 
"Up  to  the  hill  of  God,"  they  say, 
"And  to  his  house,  we'll  go." 

3  The  beam  that  shines  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land : 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Zion's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  Among  the  nations  he  shall  judge; 

His  judgments  truth  shall  guide ; 
His  scepter  shall  protect  the  just. 
And  quell  the  sinner's  pride. 
484 


MISSIONS. 

5  No  strife  shall  rage,  nor  hostile  feuds 
Disturb  those  peaceful  years  ; 
To  plowshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 
To  pmning-hooks  their  spears. 

8  Xo  longer  hosts,  encount'ring  hosts, 
Shall  crowds  of  slain  deplore  ; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall. 
And  study  war  no  more. 

7  Come  then,  O  house  of  Jacob  !  come 
To  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine. 

Michael  Bruce, 


676  6s,  4s. 

1  Thou,  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

.Vnd  took  their  flight  ; 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray. 
And  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

"Let  there  be  light." 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind ; 
O  now,  to  all  mankind, 

"Let  there  be  light." 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  thy  flight ; 
485 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

Move  o'er  the  waters'  face 
By  tliine  almiglity  grace  ; 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place, 
"Let  tliere  be  light." 

John  Marriott, 


677  8s,  7s.    D. 

1  Peaise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations, 

Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above  ; 
Shout,  with  joyful  acclamations, 

His  divine,  victorious  love  ; 
Be  his  kingdom  now  promoted. 

Let  the  earth  her  monarch  know ; 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted, 

To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 

2  See  how  beauteous  on  the  mountains 

Are  their  feet,  whose  grand  design 
Is  to  guide  us  to  the  fountains 

That  o'erflow  with  bliss  divine — 
Who  proclaim  the  joyful  tidings 

Of  salvation  all  around — 
Disregard  the  world's  deridings. 

And  in  works  of  love  abound. 

3  With  my  substance  I  will  honor 

My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  ; 
Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 

All  were  nothing  to  his  word  ; 
While  the  heralds  of  salvation 

His  abounding  grace  proclaim, 
Let  his  friends,  of  every  station, 

Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame. 

Benjamin  Francis. 


MISSIONS. 

678  7s.     D. 

1  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Trav'ler,  o'er'yon  monntain's  height, 

See  that  glory  beaming  star. 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell? 
T^a^■'le^.  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Trav'ler,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman,  ^11  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 
TraT'ler,  ages  are  its  own  ; 

See  !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  da^vn. 
Trav'ler,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  teiTor  are  -withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wand'rings  cease ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Trav'ler,  lo !  the  Prince  of  pea<;e, 

Lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

John  Bowring, 


679  7s.     D. 

1  See  how  great  a  flame  aspires. 
Kindled  by  a  spark  of  grace ! 
Jesus'  love  the  nations  fires, 
Sets  the  kingdoms  on  a  blaze. 
487 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

To  bring  fire  on  earth  he  came  ; 

Kindled  in  some  hearts  it  is  : 
O  that  all  might  catch  the  flame, 

All  partake  the  glorious  bliss ! 


2  When  he  first  the  work  begnn, 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day  : 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run, 

Now  it  wins  its  widening  way  : 
More  and  more  it  spreads  and  grows, 

Ever  mighty  to  prevail ; 
Sin's  strongholds  it  now  o'erthrows, 

Shakes  the  trembling  gates  of  hell. 


3  Sons  of  God,  your  Sa\dour  praise  ! 

He  the  door  hath  opened  ^vide  ; 
He  hath  given  the  word  of  grace, 

Jesus'  word  is  glorified  ; 
Jesus,  mighty  to  redeem, 

He  alone  the  work  hath  wrought ; 
Worthy  is  the  work  of  Him, 

Him  who  spake  a  world  from  naught. 


Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  a  human  hand? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land  : 
Lo !  the  promise  of  a  shower 

Drops  already  from  above  ; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 

All  the  Spirit  of  his  love. 

Charles  Wesiey. 

488 


THE  BIBLE. 

2.    TEE  BIBLE. 


680  L.  M. 

1  The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines ; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 

We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  smi,the  changing  light, 

And  night  and  day,  thy  power  confess ; 
But  the  blest  volume  then  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  thy  praise 

Eound  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run : 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blessed, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise ! 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light : 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise  ; 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

Isaac  Watts. 


681  c.  M. 

1  How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rule  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 
489 


BPSCIAL  OCCASIONS. 


It  spreads  such  light  abroad. 

The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 

And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp^to  lead  our  way. 

4  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth  ; 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

Isaac  Watts. 


682  L.  M. 

1  Let  everlasting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  m;/  Saviour,  and  my  Lord; 
Thy  hands  have  brought  sal  vation  down, 
And  writ  the  blessings  in  thy  word. 

2  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 

Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon  ; 
With  long  despair  the  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

3  How  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree ! 

How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands  f 
Thy  promises,  how  firm  they  be ! 

How  firm  our  hope,our  comfort,  stands! 

4  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devise 

Assault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  artj 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  ])ind  the  gospel  to  my  heart. 

490  Isaac  Waits. 


THE  BIBLE. 
683  C.  M. 

1  Father  of  all,  iu  whom  alone, 

We  live,  and  move,  and  breathe, 
One  bright,  celestial  ray  dart  down, 
And  cheer  thy  sons  beneath. 

2  While  in  thy  word  we  search  for  thee, 

(We  search  with  trembling  awe !) 
Open  our  eyes,  and  let  us  see 
The  wonders  of  thy  law. 

3  Now  let  our  darkness  comprehend 

The  light  that  shines  so  clear ; 
Now  the  revealing  Spirit  send, 
And  give  us  ears  to  hear. 

4  Before  us  make  thy  goodness  pass, 

Which  here  by  ikith  we  know ; 
Let  U3  in  Jesus  see  thy  face, 
And  die  to  all  below. 

Charles  Wedey 

684  c.  M. 

1  How  precious  is  the  book  di^'ine, 

By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts. 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  : 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way  ; 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

John  Fawceti, 

491 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

685  c.  M. 

1  The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace 

The  sacred  leaves  unfold ; 
And  here  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Our  raptured  eyes  behold. 

2  Here  light  descending  from  above 

Directs  our  doubtful  feet ; 
Here  promises  of  heavenly  love 
Our  ardent  vsdshes  meet. 

3  Our  num'rous  gnefs  are  here  redressed, 

And  all  our  wants  supplied  ; 
Naught  we  can  ask  to  make  us  blest 
Is  in  this  book  denied. 

4  For  these  inestimable  gains. 

That  so  enrich  the  mind, 
O  may  we  search  with  eager  pains, 
Assured  that  we  shall  find  ! 

Samuel  Stenneii. 

686  c.  M. 

1  Fathek  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find, 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  gTowa, 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 
492 


THE  BIBLE. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  vrelcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

6  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

Anne  Steele. 


i^Sl  S.  M. 

1  Jesus,  the  word  bestow, 

The  true  immortal  seed  ; 
Thy  gospel  then  shall  greatly  grow. 
And  all  our  land  o'erspread, — 

2  Through  earth  extended  wide 

Shall  mightily  prevajd, 
Destroy  the  works  of  self  and  pride. 
And  shake  the  gates  of  hell. 

3  Its  energy  exert 

In  the  believing  ^ul ; 
Diffuse  thy  grace  through  every  part, 
And  sanctity  the  whole. 

4  Its  utmost  virtue  show 

In  pure  consummate  love, 

And  fill  with  all  thy  life  below, 

And  give  us  thrones  above. 

493  Charles  IVesley. 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

688  7s,  6s.     D. 

1  O  Word  of  God  incarnate, 

O  Wisdom  from  on  liigb, 
O  Truth  unchanged,  unchanging, 

O  Light  of  our  dark  sky  ; 
We  praise  thee  for  the  radiance 

That  from  the  hallo vred  page, 
A  lantern  to  our  footsteps, 

Shines  on  from  age  to  age. 

2  The  church  from  thee,  her  Master, 

Received  the  gift  divine  ; 
And  still  that  light  she  lifteth 

O'er  all  the  earth  to  shine. 
It  is  the  golden  casket 

Where  gems  of  truth  are  stored  ; 
It  is  the  heaven-drawn  picture 

Of  thee,  the  living  Word. 

3  O  make  thy  church,  dear  Saviour, 

A  lamp  of  burnished  gold, 
To  bear  before  the  nations 

Thy  true  light,  as  of  old  : 
O  teach  thy  wand' ring  pilgrims 

By  this  t^ieir  path  to  trace, 
Till,  clouds  and  darkness  ended, 

They  see  thee  face  to  face. 

William  IValsham  How. 


8.  EEEOTION  OF  CHUROHES. 


689  8s  &  7s.     D, 

1  Christ  is  made  the  sure  Foundation, 
Christ  the  Head  and  Corner-stone, 
Chosen  of  the  Lord,  and  precious, 
494 


EEECTION  OF  CHUECHES. 

Binding  all  the  Church  in  one, 
Holy  Zion's  help  forever, 
And  her  (X)nfidence  alone, 

2  To  this  temple,  T^here  we  call  thee, 

Come,  O  Lord  of  hosts,  to-day  ; 
With  thy  wonted  loving-kindness, 

Hear  thy  servants  aa  they  pray  ; 
And  thy  fullest  benediction 

Shed  within  its  walls  alway. 

3  Here  vouchsafe  to  all  thy  servants 

What  they  ask  of  thee  to  gain, 
What  they  gain  from  thee  forever 

With  the  hless^d  to  retain, 
And  hereafter  in  thy  glory 

Evermore  with  thee  to  reign. 

Front  tJu  Latin.     Tr.  by/.  M.  Neale, 


690  s.  M. 

1  Great  is  the  Lord  our  Grod, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  Churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  his  grace. 

How  beautiful  they  stand ! 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Sion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  distress ; 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces ! 
495 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

4  In  every  new  distress 

We'll  to  his  house  repair  ; 
"We'll  think  upon  his  wondrous  graee, 
And  seek  deli v' ranee  there. 

Isaac  Watts, 

691  c.  M. 

1  Behold  the  sure  foundation-stone 

Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

We  now  adore  thy  name  ; 
We  trust  our  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  can  we  suffer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest^ 

Keject  it  with  disdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  Church  shall  rest, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood. 

Yet  iQust  this  building  rise  : 
'Tis  thine  ovsm  work,  Almighty  (Jod, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

Isaac  Watts, 

692  7s. 

1  On  this  stone,  now  laid  with  prayer, 
Let  thy  Church  rise,  strong  and  lair; 
Ever,  Lord,  thy  name  be  known, 
Where  we  lay  this  comer-stone. 

2  Let  thy  holy  Child,  who  came 
Man  from  error  to  reclaim, 
And  for  sinners  to  atone. 

Bless,  vrith  thee,  this  corner-stone. 
496 


EEECTION   OF   CHUECHES, 

3  May  thy  Spirit  here  give  rest 
To  the  heart  by  sin  oppressed, 
And  the  seeds  of  truth  be  sown, 
Where  we  lay  this  comer-stone. 

4  Open  wide,  O  God,  thy  door, 
For  the  outcast  and  the  poor, 
Who  can  call  no  house  their  own, 
Where  we  lay  this  comer-stone. 

John  Pirrpcnt. 


693  L.  M. 

1  Behold  thy  temple,  God  of  grac;©, 

The  house  that  we  have  reared  for  thee; 
Eegard  it  as  thy  resting  place. 
And  fill  it  with  thy  majesty. 

2  When  from  its  altar  shall  arise 

Joint  supplication  to  thy  name, 
Deign  to  accept  the  sacrifice, 

Thyself  our  answ'ring  God  proclaini. 

3  And  when  from  hence  the  voice  of  praise 

Shall  lift  its  triumphs  to  thy  throne, 
Show  thy  acceptance  of  our  lays, 
By  making  all  thy  glory  known. 

4  When  here  thy  ministers  shall  stand, 

To  speak  what  thou  sbalt  bid  them  say, 
Maintain  thy  cause  with  thine  own  hand, 
And  give  thy  truth  a  winning  >ray. 

5  Now,  therefore,  O  our  God,  arise ! 

In  this  thy  resting-place  appear  ; 
And  let  thy  people's  longing  eyes 
Behold  thee  fix  thy  dwelling  here. 

Palfner. 

32  497 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

694  L.  M. 

1  And  will  the  great,  eternal  God, 
On  earth  establish  his  abode? 

And  will  he,  from  his  radiant  throne, 
Avow  our  temple  for  his  own  ? 

2  We  bring  the  tribute  of  our  praise ; 
And  sing  that  condescendiag  grace, 
Which  to  our  notes  will  lend  an  ear, 
And  call  us  sinful  mortals  near. 

3  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise, 
Long  may  they  echo  to  thy  praise  ; 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  dioicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

4  And  in  the  great,  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear 
That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here ! 

Philip  Doddridge. 

695  L.  M. 

1  The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod. 
Was  the  first  temple,  built  by  God  ; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone, 

And  heaved  its  pillars  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high, 
The  broad  expanse  of  azure  sky ; 

He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea,  the  sky  ;  and  all  was  good ; 
And  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 

"The  morning  stars  together  sang." 
498 


EEECTIOX   OF   CHURCHES. 

4  Lord,  'tis  not  onrs  to  make  the  sea, 
And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  thee  ; 
But  in  thy  sight  our  ofF'ring  stands, 
A  hnmbier  temple,  '"made  with  hands.' 

Nathaniel  P.  Willis, 

096  7s. 

i  LoED  of  hosts,  to  thee  Tre  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  xjraise; 
Thou  thy  people's  hearts  prepare 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2  Let  the  K^lng  here  be  fed 

With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread ; 
Hsre,  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 
May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest ; 

3  Here  to  thee  a  temple  stand, 
Yriiile  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land ; 
Here  reveal  thy  mercy  sure, 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4  Hallelujah  1 — earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply  ; 
Hallelujah  1 — hence  ascend 

Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end. 

James  Montgomery, 


097  6s,  4s. 

1  Come,  O  thou  God  of  grace, 
Dwell  in  this  holy  place, 

E'en  now  descend ! 
This  temple,  reared  to  thee, 
O  may  it  ever  be 
Filled  with  thy  majesty, 
Till  time  shall  end  ! 
499 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

2  Be  in  each  song  of  praise, 
Which  here  thy  people  raise 

With  hearts  aflame ! 
Let  every  anthem  rise 
Like  incense  to  the  skies, 
A  joyful  sacrifice, 

To  thy  blest  name ! 

3  Speak,  O  eternal  Lord, 
Out  of  thy  living  word, 

O  give  success ! 
Do  thou  the  truth  impart 
Unto  each  waiting  heart  ; 
Source  of  all  strength  thou  ait, 

Thy  gospel  bless ! 

4  To  the  great  One  and  Three 
Glory  and  praises  be 

In  love  now  given  ! 
Glad  songs  to  thee  we  sing, 
Glad  hearts  to  thee  we  bring, 
Till  we  our  God  and  King 

Shall  praise  in  heaven  ! 

William  Edwin  Evans. 


4.    EDUCATION  OF  YOUTH. 


698  L.  M.     6  1. 

1  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
To  whom  we  for  our  children  cry ; 
The  good  desired  and  wanted  most, 
Out  of  thy  richest  grace  supply! 
The  sacred  discipline  be  given 
To  train  and  bring  them  up  for  heaven, 
500 


EDUCATION  OF  YOUTH. 

2  Error  and  ignorance  remove, 

Their  blindness  both  of  h  eart  and  mind  ; 
Give  them  the  vrisdom  from  above, 

Spotle.ss.  and  peaceable,  and  kind  : 
In  knowledge  pure  their  minds  renew, 
And  store  with  thoughts  divinely  true. 

3  Unite  the  pair  so  long  disjoined, 

Knowledge  and  vital  piety  : 
Learning  and  holiness  combined, 

And  truth  and  love,  let  all  men  see, 
In  those  whom  up  to  thee  we  give, 
Thine,  wholly  thine,  to  die  and  live! 

Charles  Wesley, 


699  6s,  4s. 

1  Shepherd  of  tender  youth, 
Guiding  in  love  and  truth 

Thro'  devious  ways ; 
Christ  our  triumphant  King, 
We  come  thy  name  to  sing ; 
Hither  our  children  bring 

To  shout  thy  praise. 

2  Thou  art  our  holy  Lord, 
The  all-subduing  Word, 

Healer  of  strite : 
Thou  dost  thyself  abase. 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace 
Thou  mightest  save  our  race. 

And  give  us  life. 

3  Thou  art  the  great  High  Priest : 
Thou  hast  prepared  the  feast 

Of  heavenly  love  ; 
501 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

While  in  our  mortal  pain 
None  calls  on  thee  iu  vain ; 
Help  thou  dost  not  disdain, 
Help  from  above. 

4  Ever  be  thou  our  guide, 
Our  shepherd  and  our  pride, 

Our  staff  and  song  : 
Jesus,  thou  Christ  of  God, 
By  thy  perennial  word 
Lead  us  where  thou  hast  trod, 

Make  our  faith  strong. 

5  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  thy  praises  high, 

And  joyful  sing : 
Infants,  and  the  glad  throng 
Who  to  thy  Church  belong, 
Unite  to  swell  the  song 

To  Christ  our  King. 

Clement  of  Alexandria.  Tr.  by  H,  I.I.  Dexter, 

700  8s,  7s. 

1  Saviour,  who  thy  flock  art  feeding 

With  the  shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 
Yfhile  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share ; 

2  Now,  these  little  ones  receiving. 

Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm  ; 
There,  we  know,  th}''  word  believing, 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

3  Never,  from  thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey  ; 
Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving. 

Keep  them  all  life's  dang'rous  way 
502 


EDUCATIOX   OF   YOUTH. 

Theu,  within  thy  fold  eternal, 
Let  them  find  a  resting-place, 

Feed  iu  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drink  ths  rivers  of  thy  grace. 

William  A.  Muhlenberg'' 


701  83,  7s,  &  4. 

1  Sa^^ouk,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us. 

Much  Tve  need  thy  tend'rest  care: 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us. 
For  our  use  thy  folds  prepare: 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  vra  are. 

2  "We  are  thine,  do  thon  befriend  us, 

Be  the  guardian  of  our  way  ; 
Keep  thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astray : 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Hear,  O  hear  us,  when  we  praj. 

3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be  ; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  receive  us. 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free: 

Blessed  Jesus, 
We  will  early  turn  to  thee. 

4  Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  thy  will ; 
Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 
With  thy  love  our  bosoms  fill : 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  loved  us.  love  ns  still. 

Doyothy  Anne  Thrupp. 

503 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

702  c.  M. 

1  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  sweet  the  lily  grows ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose ! 

2  Lo !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod  ; 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill  ■ 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

6  O  thou,  whose  infant  feet  were  found 
Within  thy  Father's  shrine, 
Whose    years,    with    changeless    virtue 
Were  all  alike  divine  ;  [crowned, 

6  Dependent  on  thy  bounteous  breath. 
We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death. 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

Reginald  Heber. 

703  c.  M. 

1  While  we  with  fear  and  hope  survey 
This  youthful,  blooming  throng, 
And  little  know  th'  eventful  way 
Their  steps  may  pass  along, — 
^504 


EDUCATION   OF   YOUTH. 

2  One  day  is  as  a  thonsand  years, 

Eternal  God,  to  thee. 
And  present  to  thine  eye  appears 
Their  whole  futurity. 

3  Thon  seest  temptation's  subtle  thread, 

Or  torture's  fiery  test : 
Mid  scenes  of  pleasure,  or  of  dread, 
Screen  thou  th'  unguarded  breast. 

4  Saviour  I  through  each  portentous  change, 

And  dangers  yet  uutrod. 
Where'er  they  rest,  where'er  they  range. 
Be  thou  their  present  God ! 

Anne   Gilbert. 

704  c.  M. 

1  Meecy,  descending  from  above, 

In  softest  accents  pleads : 
O  may  each  tender  bosom  move, 
When  mercy  intercedes ! 

2  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name. 
And  their  Creator  love. 

o  Delightful  work  !  young  souls  to  win 
And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin. 
To  seek  their  Saviour's  face. 

4  Almighty  God !  thine  Influence  shed, 
To  aid  this  blest  design  ; 
The  honor  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  thine. 

Joseph  Strap}ian. 

505 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

105  c.  M. 

1  O  HOW  can  they  look  up  to  heaven, 

And  ask  for  mercy  there, 
Who  never  soothed  the  poor  man's  pang, 
Nor  dried  the  orphan's  tear ! 

2  The  dread  omnipotence  of  Heaven 

We  every  hour  provoke ! 
Yet  still  the  mercy  of  our  God 
Withholds  th'  avenging  stroke ; 

3  And  Christ  was  still  the  healing  friend 

Of  poverty  and  pain  ; 
And  never  did  imploring  wretch 
His  garment  touch  in  vain. 

4  May  we  -with  humble  effort  take 

Example  from  above ; 
And  thence  the  active  lesson  learn 
Of  charity  and  love  ! 

Simon  Browne. 


5.    THE  SEASONS. 


706  10s,  5s,  lis. 

1  Come,  let  us  anew  Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never   stand  still   till   the  Master 

appear ! 
His  adorable  will  Let  us  gladly  fulfill, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor 
of  love. 

506 


THE  SEAS0X3. 

2  Onr  life  is  a  dream  ;  Our  time,  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away ; 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay, 
The  arrow  is  flown,  The  moment  is  gone  ; 

Tiie  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,   and  eternity's 
here. 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day  Of  his  coming 

may  say, 
* '  I  have  fought  my  way  through  ; 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give 

me  to  do  ! " 
O  that  each  from  his  Lord  'Mo.y  receive 
the  glad  word, 
"  Well  and  laithfully  done  ! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my 
throne. ' ' 

Charles  Wesley. 


707  c.  M. 

1  Let  me  alone  another  year, 

In  honor  of  thy  Son, 
Who  doth  my  Advocate  appear 
Before  thy  gracious  throne. 

2  Thou  hast  vouchsafed  a  longer  space, 

And  spared  the  barren  tree, 
Because  for  me  my  Saviour  prays, 
And  pleads  his  death  for  me. 

3  Time  to  repent  thou  dost  bestow  ; 

But  O  the  power  impart! 
And  let  my  eyes  with  tears  o'erflow, 
And  break  my  stubborn  heart. 
507 


SPECIAL  OCCASrOXS. 

4  Forgiveness  on  my  conscience  seal ; 
Bestow  thy  promised  rest ; 
With  purest  love  thy  servant  fill, 
And  number  with  the  blest. 

Charles  Wesley. 

708  c.  M, 

1  Remark,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound 

Of  the  revolving  year ; 
How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their  round ! 
How  short  the  months  appear  ! 

2  So  fast  eternity  comes  on — 

And  that  important  day, 
When  all  that  mortal  life  hath  done, 
God's  judgment  shall  survey. 

3  Yet,  like  an  idle  tale,  we  pass 

The  swift-advancing  year  ; 
And  study  artful  ways  t'  increase 
The  speed  of  its  career. 

4  Waken,  O  Grod,  my  careless  heart, 

Its  great  concern  to  see. 
That  I  may  act  the  Christian  part. 
To  give  the  year  to  thee. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

709  s.  M. 

1  Our  few  revolving  years. 

How  swift  they  glide  away ! 
How  short  the  term  of  life  appears 
When  i^ast — but  as  a  day !  — 

2  A  dark  and  cloudy  day. 

Clouded  by  grief  and  sin  ; 
A  host  of  enemies  without, 
Distressing  fears  within. 
508 


THE  SEASONS. 

3  Lord,  through  another  year 
If  thou  permit  our  stay, 
With  diligence  may  we  pursue 
The  true  and  living  way. 

Benjamin  Beddof>: 


I'lO  7s.     D. 

1  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Nevermore  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below  ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little — none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find. 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream ; 
Upward.  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive  ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teacii  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  : 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 

Fill  us  vrith  a  Saviour's  love; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

;May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

John  Newton. 
509 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 
711  C.  M.      B. 

1  Sing  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praisa ! 

All  praise  to  him  belongs, 
"Who  kindly  lengthens  ont  our  days, 

Demands  our  choicest  songs  : 
His  providence  hath  brought  usthrongh 

Another  various  year  ; 
We  all  with  vows  and  anthems  new 

Before  our  God  appear. 

3  Father,  thy  mercies  past  we  own, 

Thy  still  continued  care : 
To  thee  presenting,  through  thy  Son, 

Whate'er  we  have  or  are  : 
Our  lips  and  lives  shall  gladly  show 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
"While  on  in  Jesus'  steps  we  go 

To  seek  thy  face  above. 

3  Our  residue  of  days  or  hours, 

Thine,  wholly  thine,  shall  be ; 
And  all  our  consecrated  powers 

A  sacrifice  to  thee  ; 
Till  Jesus  in  the  clouds  appear 

To  saints  on  earth  forgiven. 
And  bring  the  grand  sabbatic  year, 

The  jubilee  of  heaven. 

Charles  Wesley. 


•712  S.  M. 

i  O  Lord,  in  mercy  spare 

The  herbage  of  the  field  ; 
And,  under  thy  paternal  care. 
May  it  abundance  yield, 
510 


TEE  SEA5^0XS. 

2  Restrain  the  burning  ray, 

And  grant  refreshing  rains ; 
Restore  the  verdure  from  decay, 
And  drench  the  parched  plains. 

3  Then  we  our  praise  will  shovr 

To  our  preserver.  God  ; 
Our  songs  of  melody  shall  flow, 
And  spread  his  name  abroad. 

Benjamin  Beddome, 

713  C.  M. 

1  Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  King, 

Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Visits  the  pastures  every  spricg, 
And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  raised  on  high, 

Pour  out  at  his  command 
Their  wat'ry  blessings  from  the  sky. 
To  cheer  the  thirsty  land. 

3  The  softened  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  spring  ; 

The  valleys  rich  provision  yield, 

And  the  poor  lab'rers  sing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  every  side 

Rejoice  at  falling  showers ; 
The  meadows,  dressed  in  all  their  pride. 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowers. 

5  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns: 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways ! 
The  bleating  flocks  spread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 

Isaac  iVattj. 

511 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

714  7s. 

1  See  the  corn  again  in  ear, 

How  the  fields  and  valleys  smile  I 
Harvest  now  is  drawing  near, 
To  repay  the  farmer's  toil. 

2  Gracious  Lord,  secnre  the  crop, 

Satisfy  the  poor  with  food : 
In  thy  mercy  is  our  hope, 

We  have  sinned,  but  thou  art  good. 

3  Let  the  praise  be  all  the  Lord's, 

As  the  benefit  is  ours  : 
He  in  season  still  afibrds 
Kindly  heat  and  gentle  showers. 

4  By  his  care  the  produce  thrives, 

Waving  o'er  the  furrowed  lands; 
And  when  harvest-time  arrives, 
Ready  for  the  reaper  stands. 

Jokn  Newton, 

1'15  8s,  78. 

1  See  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 

Dry  and  withered,  to  the  ground, 
Thus  to  thoughtless  mortals  calling, 
In  a  sad  and  solemn  sound : 

2  ' '  Youth,  on  length  of  days  presuming, 

Who  tlie  paths  of  pleasure  tread, 

View  us,  late  in  beauty  blooming. 

Numbered  now  among  the  dead. 

8  "  What  though  yet  no  losses  grieve  you- 
Gay  with  health  and  many  a  grace — 
Let  not  cloudless  skies  deceive  you : 
Summer  gives  to  autumn  place." 
512 


THE  SEASONS. 

4  On  the  Tree  of  Life  eternal, 

Lord,  let  all  our  hopes  be  stayed! 
This  alone,  forever  vernal, 
Bears  a  leaf  that  shall  not  fade . 

George  Hornt. 

716  L.  M. 

1  Eternal  Source  of  every  joy. 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days. 
Demand  successive  song-s  of  praise  : 
Still  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid 

With  op'ning  light  and  evening  shade. 

3  Here  in  thy  house  shall  incense  rise. 
As  circling  Sabbaths  bless  our  eyes  ; 
Still  will  we  make  thy  mercies  known 
Around  thy  board,  around  our  own. 

4  O  may  our  more  harmonious  tongue 
In  worlds  unknown  pursue  the  song  ; 
And  in  those  brighter  courts  adore. 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more ! 

Fkilip  Doddridge 

nn  c.  M. 

1  Come,  let  ns  use  the  grace  divine, 

And  all,  with  one  accord. 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join 
Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord,- 

2  Give  up  ourselves,  through  Jesus'  power. 

His  name  to  glorify  ; 
And  promise,  in  this"^ sacred  hour, 
For  Grod  to  live  and  die. 
33  513 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make, 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind  : 
We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  -will  throw  off  his  fear, 

Who  hears  our  solemn  vow  ; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleased  to  hear, 
Come  down,  and  meet  us  now  ! 

5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Let  all  oar  hearts  receive  ; 

Present  with  the  celestial  host 

The  peaceful  cmswer  give. 

6  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply, 

Which  takes  our  sins  away  ; 
And  register  our  names  on  high. 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 

Charles  JVesley, 


718  c.  M. 

1  And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 

Of  thy  short  life  is  past ; 

I  cannot  long  continue  here, 

And  this  may  be  my  last. 

2  Awake,  my  soul !  with  utmost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn  : 
What  are  thy  hopes  ?  how  sure?  how  Mr? 
What  is  thy  great  concern? 

3  Behold,  another  year  begins  ! 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven ; 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 
In  Christ  so  freely  given. 
614 


THE  SEASONS. 

Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 
And  on  his  grace  depend  ; 

"With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 

Simon  Brovjm- 


719  s  M 

1  Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 

Before  whose  bar  severe. 
With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 
"We  all  shall  soon  appear, 

2  Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day. 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care. 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray  : 

3  To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour. 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
"When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 
Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down, 

4  Th'  immortal  Son  of  man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 
With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

5  O  may  we  all  be  found, 

Obedient  to  his  word  : 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound 
And  looking  for  our  Lord  ! 

6  O  may  we  thus  insure 

A  lot  among  the  blest ; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 
An  everlasting  rest ! 

Ckarlet  Wesley. 
515 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 
6.    NATIONAL  SOLEMNITIES. 


1120  L.  M. 

1  O  KiGHTEOUS  God,  thou  Judge  supreme, 
We  tremble  at  thy  dreadful  name ! 
And  all  our  crying  guilt  we  own, 

In  dust  and  tears,  before  thy  throne. 

2  Justly  might  this  polluted  land 
Prove  all  the  vengeance  of  thy  hand  ; 
And,  bathed  in  heaven,  thy  sword  might 

come. 
To  drink  our  blood,  and  seal  our  doom. 

3  Yet  hast  thou  not  a  remnant  here, 
Whose  souls  are  filled  with  pious  fear  ? 
O  bring  thy  wonted  mercy  nigh, 
While  prostrate  at  thy  feet  they  lie ! 

4  Behold  their  tears,  attend  their  moan, 
Nor  turn  away  their  secret  groan  : 
With  these  we  join  our  humble  prayer. 
Our  nation  shield,  our  country  spare. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

731  c.  M. 

1  Lord,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray. 

Of  every  clime  and  coast, 
O  hear  us  for  our  native  land — 
The  land  we  love  the  most ! 

2  O  guard  our  shores  from  every  foe  ! 

With  peace  our  borders  bless. 
Our  cities  with  prosperity. 
Our  fields  with  plenteousnesa. 
516 


NATIONAL  SOLEMNITIES. 

3  Here  may  religion  shed  her  light 

On  days  of  rest  and  toil  ; 

And  piety  and  virtue  reign, 

And  bless  our  native  soil. 

4  Lord  of  the  nations,  thus  to  thee 

Our  country  we  commend  ; 
Be  thou  her  refuge  and  her  trust. 
Her  everlasting  Friend ! 

JohnR.  Wre/ord. 

733  8s,  7s. 

1  Deead  Jehovah  !  God  of  nations  ! 

From  thy  temple  in  the  skies, 

Hear  thy  people's  supplications  ; 

Now  for  their  deliverance  rise. 

2  Lo  !  with  deep  contrition  turning. 

In  thy  holy  place  we  bend  ; 
Hear  us,  fasting,  praying,  mourning; 
Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend. 

3  Though  OUT  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 

Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 
Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding  ; 
Jesus'  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 

4  Let  that  mercy  veil  transgression  ; 

Let  that  })lood  our  guilt  eftace  : 

Save  thy  people  from  oppression  ; 

Save  from  spoil  thy  holy  pla^-e. 

Thomas  Cotterill. 

733  s.  M. 

1  Theough  all  the  lofty  sky, 

Through  all  th'  inferior  ground, 
Th'  Almighty  Maker  shines  confessed, 
And  pours  his  blessings  round 
517 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

2  Each  year  the  teeming  earth 

With  flowers  and  fruits  is  crowned ; 
And  grass,  and  herbs,  and  harvests  groW; 
And  send  their  joys  around. 

3  The  world  of  waters  yields 

A  rich  supply  of  food, 
And  distant  lands  their  treasures  send 
Upon  the  rolling  flood. 

4  To  serve  and  bless  our  land 

The  elements  conspire ; 
And  mercies  mix  themselves  with  earth, 
With  ocean,  air,  and  fire. 

5  O  that  the  sons  of  men 

To  God  their  songs  would  raise, 
And  celebrate  his  power  and  love 
In  never-ceasing  praise ! 

Thomas  Gibbons. 


124:  7S.      D. 

1  Peaise  to  Grod,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ! 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 
For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 

For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield; 
For  the  fruits  in  full  supply, 
Ripened  'neath  the  summer  sky:  — 

2  All  that  spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich,  o'erflowing  stores  j 
518 


NATIONAL  SOLEMNITIES. 

These  to  thee,  O  God,  ^e  owe. 
Source  ^rheuce  all  our  blessings  flow, 
And  for  these  our  souls  now  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

Anna  Laeiitia  Barbauld. 

125  73.     D. 

1  Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song.; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong ; 
Saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  our  heavenly  King. 
Blessings  from  his  lib'ral  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land : 
Kept  by  him,  no  foes  annoy ; 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

2  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway 
May  we  cheerfully  obey; 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod, 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 
Hark  I  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 

Nathan  Strong.      Alt. 

726  L.  M. 

1  We  thank  thee.  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth, 
Who  hast  preserved  us  from  our  birth  ; 
Redeemed  us  oft  from  death  and  dread, 
And  with  thy  gifts  our  table  spread. 

2  We  thank  thee  for  thy  still  small  voice, 
Which  oft    has  checked    our  wayward 

choice ; 
For  life  preserved,  for  senses  clear. 
And  for  our  friendships,  doubly  dear. 
519 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

3  Thy  providence  has  been  our  stay, 
When  other  helps  were  far  away  ; 

Our  constant  guide  through  every  stage, 
From  infancy  to  riper  age. 

4  How  shall  we  half  our  task  fulfill? 
We  thank  thee  for  thy  mind  and  will, 
For  present  joys,  for  blessings  past, 
And  for  the  hope  of  heaven  at  last. 

Cottle. 

"327  L.  M. 

1  Great  God  of  nations,  now  to  thee 

Our  hymn  of  gratitude  we  raise  ; 
With  humble  heart,  and  bending  knee, 
We  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 

2  Here  freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide, 

And  casts  her  soft  and  hallowed  ray ; 
Here  thou  our  fathers'  steps  didst  guide 
In  safety  through  their  dang'rous  way. 

3  We  praise  thee  that  the  gospel's  light 

Through  all  our  land  its  radiance  sheds ; 
Dispels  the  shades  of  error's  night. 
And    heavenly    blessings    round    us 
spreads. 

4  Great  God.  preserve  ns  in  thy  fear ; 

In  danger  still  our  guardian  be ; 
O  spread  thy  truth's  bright  precepts  here  ; 
Let  all  the  people  worship  thee ! 

Alfred  A.  Woodhull.    Alt. 

1  My  country !  'tis  of  thee. 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 
Of  thee  I  sing: 
520 


NATIONAL  SOLEMNITIES. 

Land  -where  my  fathers  died ! 
Land  of  the  Pilgrims"  pride  I 
From  every  mountain  side 
Let  freedom  ring '. 

2  My  native  country,  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble,  free, 

Thy  name  I  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze. 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song : 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake  ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 

4  Our  Fathers'  God,  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing ; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King. 

Samuel  Francis  Smiths 

739  6s,  4s. 

1  God  bless  our  native  land  I 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand. 

Through  storm  and  night : 
'^Tien  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave. 
Do  thou  our  country  save 
By  thy  great  might ! 
521 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies ; 

On  him  we  wait : 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  State  i 

From  the  German.     Tr.  by  Charles  T.  Brooks. 
Ml.  hy  J.  S.Dwi^hi. 


7.    OU  A  VOYAGE 


730  7s.     D. 

1  Lord,  whom  winds  and  seas  obey, 
Guide  us  through  the  wat'ry  way; 
In  the  hollow  of  thy  hand 
Hide,  and  bring  us  safe  to  land. 
Jesus,  let  our  faithful  mind 
Rest,  on  thee  alone  reclined : 
Every  anxious  thought  repress, 
Keep  our  souls  in  perfect  peace. 

2  Keep  the  souls  whom  now  we  leave ; 
Bid  them  to  each  other  cleave  ; 

Bid  them  walk  on  life's  rough  sea ; 
Bid  them  come  by  faith  to  thee. 
Save,  till  all  these  tempests  end, 
All  who  on  thy  love  depend  ; 
Waft  our  happy  spirits  o'er ; 
Land  us  on  the  heavenly  shore. 

Charles  Wesley. 


Oif   A   VOYAGE. 

731  c.  M. 

1  Kovv  are  thy  servants  blessed,  O  Lord, 

How  sure  is  their  defense ! 

Eternal  Wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help,  Omnipotence ! 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Sujjported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne, 

High  on  the  broken  -waye, — 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Kor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will : 
The  sea  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore ; 
We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  pavSt, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  : 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot 
Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee. 

Josejih  Addison.. 


523 


PART  II. 
FOR  SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

SECTION  I. 
COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 

732  S.M.     D. 

1  Jesus,  we  look  to  thee, 

Thy  promised  presence  claim ; 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 

Assembled  iu  thy  name ; 
Thy  name  salvation  is, 

Which  here  we  come  to  prove  : 
Thy  name  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace 

And  everlasting  love. 

2  Not  in  the  name  of  pride 

Or  selfishness  we  meet ; 
From  nature's  paths  we  turn  aside, 

And  worldly  thoughts  forget : 
"We  meet  the  grace  to  take 

Which  thou  hast  freely  given  ; 
We  meet  on  earth  for  thy  dear  sake, 

That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 

3  Present  we  know  thou  art ; 

But,  O,  thyself  reveal ! 
Now,  Lord,  let  everv^  bounding  heart 

The  mighty  comfort  feel ! 
O  may  thy  quick 'ning  voice 

The  death  of  sin  remove  ; 
And  bid  our  inmost  souls  rejoice 

In  hope  of  perfect  love ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

624 


OOMMTNION   OF  SAINTS. 

733  c.  M 

1  All  praise  to  our  redeeming  Lord, 

Who  joins  us  by  his  grace, 
And  bids  us,  each  to  each  restored, 
Together  seek  his  face. 

2  He  bids  ns  build  each  other  up ; 

And.  gathered  into  one, 
To  our  high  calling's  glorious  hope 
We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

3  The  gift  which  he  on  one  bestows, 

We  all  delight  to  prove  ; 
The  grace  through  every  vessel  flows, 
In  purest  streams  of  love. 

4  We  all  partake  the  joy  of  one, 

The  common  peace  we  feel, 
A  peace  to  sensual  minds  unknown, 
A  joy  unsi)eakable. 

5  And  if  our  fellowship  below 

In  Jesus  be  so  sweet. 
What  height  of  rapture  shall  we  know 
When  round  his  throne  we  meet ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

734  c.  M. 

1  Our  God  is  love  ;  and  all  his  saints 

His  image  bear  below  : 
The  heart  with  love  to  God  inspired , 
With  love  to  man  will  glow. 

2  Teach  us  to  love  each  other,  Lord, 

As  we  are  loved  by  thee  ; 
None  who  are  truly  bom  of  God 
Can  live  in  enmity. 
525 


COMMUNION  OF  SAINT3. 

3  Heirs  of  the  same  immortal  bliss, 

Our  hopes  and  fears  the  same. 
With  bonds  of  love  our  hearts  uuite. 
With  mutual  love  inflame. 

4  So  may  the  unbelieving  world 

See  how  true  Christians  love  ; 

And  glorify  our  Saviour's  grace, 

And  seek  that  grace  to  prove. 

Thomas  Cotterili. 
735  C.  M. 

1  How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  who  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfill  his  word  \ 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ! 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ! 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love ! 

4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flow, 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

Joseph  Sivnin. 

526 


COaCMUNION  OF  SAI^'TS. 

736  L.  M. 

1  Saviour  of  all,  to  thee  we  boTv, 

And  own  thee  faithful  to  thy  vrord : 
"We  hear  thy  voice,  and  open  now 
Our  hearts  to  entertain  our  Lord. 

2  Come  in,  come  in,  thou  heavenly  Guest, 

Delight  in  what  thyself  hast  given  : 
On  thy  own  gifts  and  graces  feast, 
And  make  the  contrite  heart  thy  heaven. 

3  Smell  the  sweet  odor  of  our  prayers, 

Our  sacrifice  of  praise  approve  ; 

And  treasure  up  our  gracious  tears. 

And  rest  in  thy  redeeming  love. 

4  O  let  us  on  thy  fullness  feed ! 

And  eat  tJiy  flesh,  and  drink  thy  blood ! 
Jesns,  thy  blood  is  drink  indeed, 
Jesus,  thy  flesh  is  angels'  food. 

Charles  Wesley, 


737  73.   D. 

1  Come,  and  let  us  sweetly  join, 
Christ  to  praise  in  hymns  divine ! 
Give  we  all  with  one  accord 
Glory  to  our  common  Lord  ; 
Hands,  and  hearts,  and  voices,  raise 
Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days  : 
Antedate  the  joys  above ; 
Celebrate  the  feast  of  love. 

2  Strive  we,  in  affection  strive : 
Let  the  purer  flame  revive, 
Such  as  in  the  martyrs  glowed. 
Dying  champions  for  their  God. 

527 


COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 

We  for  Christ,  onr  Master,  stand, 
Lights  in  a  benighted  land ; 
"We  our  dying  Lord  confess, 
We  are  Jesus'  witnesses. 

Witnesses  that  Christ  hath  died  : 
We  with  him  are  crucified  : 
Christ  hath  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
We  liis  quick 'niug  Spirit  breatlie : 
Christ  is  now  gone  up  on  high  ; 
Thither  all  our  wishes  fly; — 
Sits  at  God's  right  hand  above ; 
There  with  him  we  reign  in  love ! 

Charles  Wesley. 


•738  s.  M. 

1  Like  Noah's  weary  dove, 

That  soared  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting  place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found, — 

2  O  cease,  my  wand' ring  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  ark  of  God, 

Behold  the  open  door ; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

4  There,  safe  shalt  thou  abide. 

There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied. 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

William  Augustus  Muhlenberg. 

628 


COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 
1'39  C.  M. 

1  Jesus,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 

To  thee  for  help  we  fly  : 
Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep  ! 
For  O  !  the  wolf  is  nigh  ! 

2  He  comes,  of  hellish  malice  fall, 

To  scatter,  tear,  and  slay; 
He  seizes  every  straggling  soul 
As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

3  Us  into  thy  protection  take, 

And  gather  with  thy  arm  : 

Unless  the  fold  we  first  forsake, 

The  wolf  can  never  harm. 

4  "We  laugh  to  scorn  his  cruel  power, 

"While  by  our  Shepherd's  side; 
The  sheep  he  never  can  devour, 
Unless  he  first  divide. 

5  O  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 

The  souls  that  here  agTee; 
But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee  ! 

6  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 

Together  let  us  die  ; 
And  each  a  starry  crown  receive. 
And  reign  above  the  sky. 

Charles  Wesley. 

740  c.  M. 

1  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesns  joined. 
And  saved  by  grace  alone; 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 

Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 
34  529 


COMMUNION   OF  SAINTS. 

2  The  Church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know; 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee,  in  thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne; 
We,  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace: 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads ; 

From  thence  our  spirits  rise ; 
And  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads, 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

Charles  Wesley. 


741  106,11s. 

1  O  TELL  me  no  more  Of  this  world's  vain 

store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is 

o'er: 
A  country  I've  found  Where  true  joys 

abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determined  on  that  happy 

ground. 

2  The  souls  that  believe,  In  paradise  live, 
And    me    in    that    number  will    Jesus 

receive : 
My  soul  don't  delay — He  calls  thee  away, 
Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the 

glad  day. 

3  No   mortal    doth    know    What   he   can 

bestow. 
What  light,  strength,  and   comfort — go 
after  Mm,  go : 

530 


COMMTXION   OF  SAINTS. 

Lo,  onward  I  move  To  a  city  above, 
None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  journey 
will  prove. 

4  Great  spoils  I   shall   win    From    death, 

hell,  and  sin, 
Midst  outward  afflictions  shall  feel  Christ 

within  ; 
And  when  I'm  to  die.  Receive  me,  I'll 

cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  loved  me,  I  cannot  tell 

why. 

5  But  this  I  do  find,  We  two  are  so  joined, 
He'll  not  live  in    glory    and    leave   me 

behind : 
So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  through 

grace, 
Henceforth —till    admitted    to     see     my 

Lord's  face. 

John  Gatnbold, 

742  c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  united  by  thy  grace, 

And  each  to  each  endeared, 
With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face, 
And  know  our  prayer  is  heard. 

2  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 

And  bear  thine  easy  yoke  ; 
A  band  of  love,  a  threefold  cord, 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Tilake  us  into  one  spirit  drink ; 

Baptize  into  thy  name  ; 
And  let  us  always  kindly  think, 
And  sweetly  speak,  the  same. 
531 


COMMUNION   OF  SAINTS. 

4  Touched  by  the  loadstone  of  thy  love, 

Let  all  our  hearts  agree  ; 
And  ever  toward  each  other  move, 
And  ever  move  toward  thee. 

5  To  thee  inseparably  joined, 

Let  all  our  spirits  cleave  : 

O  may  Tve  all  the  loving  mind 

That  was  in  thee  receive ! 

6  Yet  when  the  fullest  joy  is  given, 

The  same  delight  we  prove  : 
In  earth,  in  paradise,  in  heaven, 
Our  all  in  all  is  love. 

Charles  Wesley. 


43  7s.     D. 

1  Christ,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow. 
Perfecting  the  saints  below. 

Hear  us  who  thy  nature  share, 
Who  thy  mystic  body  are. 
Join  us,  in  one  spirit  join, 
Let  us  still  receive  of  thine  : 
Still  for  more  on  thee  we  call, 
Thou  who  fillest  all  in  all ! 

2  Move,  and  actuate,  and  guide : 
Divers  gifts  to  each  divide  : 
Placed  according  to  thy  will, 
Let  us  all  our  work  fulfill : 
Never  from  our  office  move, 
Needful  to  each  other  prove  ;— 
Let  us  daily  growth  receive, 
More  and  more  in  Jesus  live. 

532 


COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 

3  Sweetly  may  we  all  agree, 
Touched  with  softest  sympathy ; 
Kindly  for  each  other  care  ; 
Every  member  feel  its  share. 
Many  are  we  now  and  one, 
We  who  Jesus  have  put  on  : 
Names,  and  sects,  and  parties,  fall : 
Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  in  all. 

Charles  Wesley. 


744  7s.     D. 

1  Fathee,  at  thy  footstool  see 
Those  who  now  are  one  in  thee! 
Draw  us  by  thy  grace  alone  : 
Give,  O  give  us  to  thy  Son. 
Jesus,  Friend  of  human  kind 
Let  ns  in  thy  name  be  joined  \ 
Each  to  each  unite  and  bless, 
Keep  us  still  in  perfect  peace. 

2  Heavenly,  all-alluring  Dove, 
Shed  thy  overshadowing  love  ; 
Love,  the  sealing  grace,  impart ; 
Dwell  witb-in  our  single  heart. 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  to  us  what  Adam  lost : 

Let  us  in  thine  image  rise  ; 
Give  us  back  our  paradise ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

745  11==. 

1  Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and     creature 
complaints, 
How  sweet  to   the  soul  is    communion 
with  saints  ; 

533 


COMMUNION   OF  SAINTS. 

To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  tliere's 

room, 
And  feel  in    the  presence  of   Jesus  at 
home! 
Honi,e,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home! 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  heaven, 
my  home. 

2  Svreet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children 

of  peace ! 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus,   whose  love 

cauuot  cease ! 
Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness 

I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory  at  home. 

3  While  here  in  the  valley  of   conflict    I 

stay, 
O  give  me  submission,  and  strength  as 

my  day ; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Eejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

4  "^Tiate'er  thou  deniest,    O  give  me  thy 

grace. 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of 

thy  face ; 
Endure  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy 

throne, 
And  find,  even  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of 

home. 

5  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to 

shiue ; 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine; 
534 


COMMUNION   OF   SAINTS. 

And  iu  thy  dear  image  arise   from    the 

tomb, 
"With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at 

home. 

David  Denham. 

746  7s. 

1  God  of  love,  that  hear'st  the  prayer, 
Kindly  for  thy  people  care, 

"Who  on  thee  alone  depend  : 
Love  ns,  save  ns  to  the  end. 

2  Save  ns  in  the  prosp'rous  hour. 
From  the  flatt'ring  tempter's  power ; 
From  his  unsuspected  wiles. 

From  the  world's  pernicious  smiles. 

3  Never  let  the  world  l^reak  in, 
Fix  a  mighty  gnlf  between  : 
Keep  us  humble  and  unknown, 
Prized  and  loved  by  God  alone. 

4  Let  us  still  to  thee  look  up,  • 
Thee,  thy  Israel's  strength  and  hope; 
Nothing  know,  or  seek,  beside 
Jesus,  and  him  crucified. 

Charles  Wesley. 

747  c.  M. 

1  Giver  of  concord,  Prince  of  peace, 

Meek,  lamb-like  Son  of  God, 
Bid  our  unruly  passions  cease, 
By  thine  atoning  blood. 

2  "Us  into  closest  union  draw. 

And  in  our  inward  parts 
Let  kindness  sweetly  write  her  law. 
And  love  command  our  hearts. 
535 


COMMUNION   OF  SAINTS. 

3  Saviour,  look  down  with  pitying  eyes, 

Our  jarring  wills  control; 
Let  cordial,  kind  affections  rise, 
And  harmonize  the  soul. 

4  O  let  us  find  the  ancient  way, 

Our  wond'ring  foes  to  move, 
And  force  the  heathen  world  to  say, 
"See  how  these  Christians  love !  " 

Charles  Wesley. 

748  c.  M. 

1  Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 

Are  brethren  who  agree ! 
Brethren  whose  cheerful  hearts  unite 
In  hands  of  piety  ! 

2  When  streams  of  love,  from  Christ,  the 

Descend  to  every  soul,  [spring, 

And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil,  di^inely  sweet, 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head  ; 
The  trickling  drops  perfumed  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 

4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill ; 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows 
And  makes  his  grace  distill. 

Isaac  Waits. 

749  7s.    D. 

i  People  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found  : 
536 


CX)MMUXION  OF   SAINTS. 

Now  to  Tou  my  spirit  turns  — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  uuhlest  : 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  bums, 

O  receive  me  into  rest. 

Lonely,  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave 
Where  you  dwell  shall  he  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave : 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign. 

James  Montgomery. 


T50  c.  M. 

1  Tey  us,  O  Gk)d,  and  search  the  ground 

Of  every  sinful  heart : 
TV^ate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 
O  bid  it  all  depart ! 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortless  ; 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlasting  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other.  Lord, 

Each  other's  cross  to  bear  : 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford. 

And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  little  stock  improve: 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 
537 


COMMUNION    OF   SAINTS. 

5  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow ; 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  spotless  here  below. 

6  Then,  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought, 

Eeceive  thy  ready  bride  : 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 
With  all  the  sanctified. 

Charles  Wesley. 


751  s.  M. 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims,  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part. 

It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 
538 


COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 
And  sin.  "^e  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity-. 

John  Fawceti. 

1152  c.  M. 

1  GrOD  of  all  consolation,  take 

The  glory  of  thy  grace  ! 
Thy  gifts  to  thee  we  render  back 
In  ceaseless  songs  of  praise  — 

2  Through  thee  we  now  together  came 

In  singleness  of  heart : 
We  met,  O  Jesus,  in  thy  name, 
And  in  thy  name  we  part. 

3  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind ; 

Our  minds  continue  one  ; 
And  each  to  each  in  Jesus  joined, 
We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

4  Subsists  as  in  us  all  one  soul ; 

No  power  can  make  us  twain  ; 
And  mountains  rise,  and  oceans  roll, 
To  sever  us  in  vain. 

5  Our  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God  ! 

Our  life  shall  soon  appear. 

And  shed  his  gloi^'  all  abroad 

Ou  all  his  members  here. 

6  Then  let  us  lawfully  contend, 

And  fight  our  passage  through, — 
Bear  in  our  faithful  minds  the  end. 
And  keep  the  prize  in  ^iew. 

Charles  V/esley. 

539 


COMMUNION   OF  SAINTS. 

753  c.  M. 

1  Witness,  ye  men  aud  angels,  now, 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak  : 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break, — 

2  That  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  ix)  Christ  we  yield ; 
Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart,  . 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  grace  rely, 
That,  with  retuniing  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  O  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright. 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways ; 
And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

Benjamin  Beddovie. 

754  c.  M.    D. 

1  Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  Vixed  in  one,  ^ 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 
Our  hearts  have  burned  while  Jesus  spoke 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire. 
He  stopped,   and  talked,  and  fed,    and 
blessed, 

And  filled  th'  enlarged  desire. 

2  We're  soldiers  fighting  for  our  God, 

Let  trembling  cowards  fly  ; 
We'll  stand  unshaken,  firm,  and  fixed, 
540 


COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 

TVitb  Christ  to  live  and  die. 
Let  devils  rage,  and  liell  assail, 

"We'll  fight  our  passage  through; 
Let  foes  unite,  and  friends  desert, 

"We'll  seize  the  crown  in  view. 

The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 
"We  wait  to  catch  the  teeming  shower. 

And  all  its  moisture  drain  : 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows, 

But  pour  the  mighty  flood  : 
O  sweep  the  nations,  shate  the  earth. 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God ! 

4  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett' St  thy  starry  crown — 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 

Proclaimed  'by  thee  thine  own — 
May  we,  a  little  hand  of  love, 

We  sinners,  saved  by  grace. 
From  glory  into  glory  changed. 

Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

WilUam  Edward  Miller. 


755  c.  M.    B. 

1  Lift  up  your  hearts  to  things  above, 
Ye  foU'wers  of  the  Lamb, 
And  join  with  us  to  praise  bis  love, 

And  glorify  his  name. 
To  Jesus'  name  give  thanks  and  sing, 

"Whose  mercies  never  end  : 
Eejoice  !  rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King ! 
The  King  is  now  our  friend  ! 
541 


COMMUNION   OF  SAINTS. 

We  for  his  sake  count  all  things  loss, 

On  earthly  good  look  down  ; 
And  joyfully  sustain  the  cross, 

Till  we  receive  the  crown. 
O  let  us  stir  each  other  up, 

Our  faith  by  works  t'  approve. 
By  holy,  purifying  hope, 

And  the  sweet  task  of  love. 

Charles   Wesley, 

642 


SECTION  11. 


PEAYER. 


756  7s. 

1  LoED,  vre  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 

O    do  not  our  suit  disdain  I 

Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend ; 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way. 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  aflford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  : 

Those  that  are  cast  down  lift  up, 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 
543 


PEAYEE. 

6  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  gracious  G<)d,  and  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free  ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

William  Hammond. 

757  L.  M. 

1  Blest  hour,  TS'hen  mortal  man  retires 
To  hold  communion  with  his  God ; 
To  send  to  heaven  his  warm  desires, 
And  listen  to  the  sacred  vrord. 

%  Blest  hour,  when  God  himself  draws  nigh. 
Well  pleased  his  people's  voice  to  hear: 
To  hush  the  penitential  sigh. 

And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

3  Blest  hour,  for  where  the  Lord  resorts, 

Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  given ; 
And  mortals  find  his  earthly  courts 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven. 

4  Hail,  peaceful  hour !  supremely  blest 

Amid  the  hours  of  worldly  care ; 
The  hour  that  yields  the  spirit  rest, 
That  sacred  hour,  the  hour  of  prayer. 

5  And  when  my  hours  of  prayer  a,re  past, 

And  this  frail  tenement  decays, 

Then  may  I  spend  in  heaven  at  last 

A  never-ending  hour  of  praise. 

ThofKas  Raffles. 

758  c.  M. 

1  There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 
Beneath  the  shades  of  night; 
Tliere  is  an  ear  that  never  shuts, 
When  sink  the  beams  of  light. 
544 


PRAYEE. 

2  There  is  an  arm  that  never  tires, 

When  human  strength  gi"^es  way ; 
There  is  a  love  that  never  fails, 
When  earthly  loves  decay. 

3  That  eye  is  fixed  on  seraph  throngs ; 

That  arm  upholds  the  sky ; 
That  ear  is  liiled  with  angel  song:s ; 
That  love  is  throned  on  high. 

4  But  there's  a  power  which  man  can  wield, 

When  mortal  aid  is  vain, 
That  eye,  that  arm,  that  love  to  reach. 
That  list'ning  ear  to  gain. 

5  That  power  is  prayer,  which  soars  on  high, 

Through  Jesus,  to  the  throne. 
And  moves  the  hand  which  moves  the 
To  bring  salvation  down.  [world , 

John  Aikman  Wallace. 


759  c.  M.    D. 

1  Why.  dearest  Lord,  can  I  not  pray, 

And  why  am  I  not  free? 
Unmannerly  distractions  come, 

And  force  my  thoughts  from  thee. 
The  world  that  looks  so  dull  ail  day 

Crowds  on  my  mind  at  prayer, 
And  plans  that  a.sk  no  thought  but  then 

Wake  up  and  meet  me  there. 

2  I  cannot  pray;  yet.  Lord,  thou  know'st 

The  pain  it  is  to  me 
To  have  my  vainly  struggling  thoughts 
Thus  torn  awav  from  thee. 
35  ^545 


PEAYEE. 

Had  I,  dear  Lord,  no  pleasure  found 

But  in  the  thought  of  thee, 
Prayer  would  have  come  unsought,  and 

A  truer  liberty.  [been 

3  Yet  thou  art  often  present,  Lord, 

In  weak,  distracted  prayer  ; 
A  sinner  out  of  heart  with  self 

Most  often  finds  thee  there. 
For  prayer  that  humbles  sets  the  soul 

From  all  illusions  free. 
And  teaches  it  how  utterly, 

Dear  Lord,  it  hangs  on  thee. 

4  My  Saviour,  why  should  I  complain. 

And  why  fear  aught  but  sin  ? 
Distractions  are  but  outward  things, 

Thy  peace  dwells  far  within. 
These  surface  troubles  come  and  go 

Like  rufdings  of  the  sea  ; 
The  deeper  depth  is  out  of  reach 

To  all,  my  God,  but  thee. 

Frederick  William  Feier 


760  c.  M. 

1  See,  Jesns,  thy  disciples  see, 

The  promised  blessing  give! 
Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  thee, 
Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord, 

Who  in  thy  name  are  joined  ; 
We  wait  according  to  thy  word, 
Thee  in  the  midst  to  find. 
546 


PHAYEK. 

3  With  us  thou  art  assembled  here, 

But  O  thyself  reveal! 
Son  of  the  living  God,  appear  i 
Let  us  thy  presence  feel. 

4  Breathe  on  us,  Lord,  in  this  our  day. 

And  these  dry  bones  shall  live  ; 
Speak  peace  into  our  hearts,  and  sav 
'  •  The  Holy  Ghost  receive. ' ' 

Charles  V/esley. 

761  s.  M. 

1  The  pra\-ing  spirit  breathe, 

The  vratohing  povrer  impart  ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath 
Call  off  my  anxious  heart. 

2  My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  oppressed  ; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest, 

3  Swift  to  my  rescue  come. 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize ; 
Gatiier  my  wand' ring  spirit  home, 
And  keep  in  perfect  peace. 

4  Suffered  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad. 
Arrest  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 
And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

Charles  Wesley. 

762  s.  M. 

1  Our  Heavenly  Father,  hear 
The  prayer  we  offer  now  : 
Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near ; 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 


PRAYER. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love, 
As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfill 
Thy  perfect  lavv'  above. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply 

While  by  thy  word  we  live  ; 
The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power. 

From  Satan's  wiles,  defend  ; 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine  shall  forever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine  ; 
,  The  scepter,  throne,  and  majesty, 
Of  heaven  and  earth,  are  thine. 

6  Thus  humbly  taught  to  pray 

By  thy  beloved  Son, 
Through  him  we  come  to  thee,  and  say, 
"All  for  his  sake  be  done." 

James  Montgomery, 


T63  s.  M. 

1  To  God  your  every  want 

In  instant  prayer  display : 
Pray  always ;  pray,  and  never  faint ; 
PVay.  without  ceasing,  pray. 

2  His  mercy  now  implore ; 

And  now  show  forth  his  praise; 
In  shouts,  or  silent  awe,  adore 
His  miracles  of  grace, 

548 


PEAYEE. 

3  Pour  out  your  souls  to  God, 

And  bow  them  with  your  knees ; 
And  spread  your  hearts  and  hands  abroad. 
And  pray  for  Sion's  peace. 

4  Your  guides  and  brethren  bear 

Forever  on  your  mind  ; 
Extend  the  arms  of  mighty  prayer, 
In  grasping  all  mankind. 

Ckarles  Wesley. 


764  c.  M- 

1  Shepheed  Divine,  our  wants  relieve, 

In  this  our  e\i]  day  : 
To  all  thy  tempted  foli'v.ei-s  give 
The  power  to  watch  aijd  pray. 

2  Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, 

Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 
O  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast 
In  never-ceasing  prayer ! 

3  The  Spirit  of  interceding  grace 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim  ; 
To  wrestle  till  we  see  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  ii.ime. 

4  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart, 

Till  thou  thyself  bestow. 
Be  this  the  crv'  of  every  heart — 
I  will  not  let  thee  go  : — 

5  I  will  not  let  thee  go  unless 

Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me. 
With  all  thy  great  salvation  bless, 
And  make  me  all  like  thee. 
549 


PEAYEE. 

6  Then  let  me,  on  the  monntain-top, 
Behold  thy  open  face  ; 
Where  faith  in  sight  is  swallowed  up, 
And  prayer  in  endless  praise. 

Charles  Wesley. 

765  CM. 

1  My  God,  my  God,  to  thee  I  cry ; 

Thee  only  would  I  know  ; 
The  purifying  blood  apply. 
And  wash  me  white  as  snow. 

2  Touch  me,  and  make  the  leper  clean ; 

Purge  my  iniquity : 
Unless  thou  wash  my  soul  from  sin, 
I  have  no  part  in  thee. 

3  But  art  thou  not  already  mine? 

Answer,  if  mine  thou  art ! 
"Whisper  within,  thou  Love  divine, 
Ajid  cheer  my  drooping  heart. 

4  Behold !  for  me  the  Victim  bleeds, 

His  wounds  are  open  wide  ; 
For  me  the  blood  of  sprinkling  pleads, 
And  speaks  me  justified. 

Charles  Wesley. 

766  .    L.  M. 

1  What  various  hind' ranees  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there'? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  with- 

draw; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love  ; 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 
550 


PEAYEE. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  vre  cease  to  fight ; 
PrayerniakestheChristian'sarinor  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

ni  Have  you  no  words?  Ah!  think  again: 
Words  liow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
Your  cheerful  s3Dg  would  oft'ner  be, 
"Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 

IVilliam  CowJ^jr. 

767  L.  M. 

1  Feom  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat : 

'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads ; 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet : 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy -seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend : 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted ,  desolate,  dismayed ; 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suff'ring  saints  no  mercy-seat? 

551 


PKAYEE. 

5  There,  there  on  eagle  -wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more  ; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  togreetj 
While  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

Hugh  Stowell. 

768  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy-seat; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  fomiil. 
And  every  place  is  haliovred  ground. 

2  For  thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind; 

Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  come, 
And,  going,  take  thee  to  their  home, 

3  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew  ; 
Here,  to  our  waiting  hearts,  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith  and  sweeten  care: 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 

And  bring  aU  heaven  before  our  e^-es. 

William  Co-wpcr. 

769  c.  M. 

1  Prayee  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed  ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 
552 


PSAYEE. 

3  Praj-er  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air  : 
His  watch-word  at  the  gates  of  death  ■, 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Keturning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold,  he  prays ! " 

6  O  Thon,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way  ! 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  : 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

James  Montgomery, 


770  c.  M. 

1  FouxTAix  of  life,  to  all  belo.v 

Let  thy  salvation  roll ; 
Writer,  replenish,  and  o'erflow. 
Every  belieAing  soul. 

2  Lato  that  happy  number,  Lord, 

Us  weary  sinners  take  ; 
Jesus,  fulfill  thy  gracious  word. 
For  thine  ovy-n  mercy's  sake. 

3  Turn  back  our  nature's  rapid  tide 

And  we  shall  flow  to  thee, 
While  dov>m  the  stream  of  time  we  glide 
To  our  eternity. 

553 


PEAYEB. 

The  ■w^ell  of  life  to  ns  thou  art, 

Of  joy  the  swelling  flood  ; 
Wafted  by  thee,  with  willing  heart, 

We  swift  retnrn  to  God. 

We  soon  shall  reach  the  boundless  sea, 

Into  tliy  fallness  fall ; 
Be  lost  and  swallowed  up  in  thee, 

Our  God,  our  all  in  all. 

Charles  Wesley. 


771  C.  M. 

1  Being  of  beings,  God  of  love. 

To  thee  our  hearts  we  raise  ; 
Thy  all-sustaining  power  we  prove. 
And  gladly  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  pant  to  be, 

Our  sacrifice  receive ; 
Made,  and  preserved,  and  saved  by  thee, 
To  thee  ourselves  we  give. 

3  Heavenward  our  every  wish  aspires. 

For  all  thy  mercy's  store ; 
The  sole  return  thy  love  requires 
Is,  that  we  ask  for  more. 

4  For  more  we  ask ;  we  open  then 

Our  hearts  t'  embrace  thy  will : 
Turn ,  and  beget  us,  Lord,  again ; 
With  all  thy  fullness  fill. 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  the  Saviour's  love 

Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad  ; 

So  shall  we  ever  live  and  move, 

And  be,  with  Chiist  in  God. 

Charles  Wesley. 
554 


PkAYEE. 

773  L.  M. 

1  Geeat  God,  indulge  my  humble  ciaim, 

Be  thou  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  hlest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise. 

Thou  art  my  Father,  and  my  God  I 
And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  th>  servant  bought  with  blood, 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
As  travelers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  E'en  life  itself,  without  thy  love, 

No  lasting  pleasure  can  afford  ; 
Yea,  'twould  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banished  from  thee,  Lord  ! 

5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise 

This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 

And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

Isaac  Watts. 

773  L.  M. 

1  Wheee  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands. 
A  great  High  Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  guardian  of  mankind  appears.     . 

2  He  who  for  men  their  surety  stood. 
And  poured  on  earth  his  precious  blood , 
Pursues  in  heaven  his  mighty  plan. 
The  Saviour  and  the  Friend  of  man. 


PSAYEB. 

3  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  sorrows  had  a  part ; 
He  sympathizes  in  our  grief, 

And  to  the  suff 'rer  sends  relief. 

4  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known  ; 
And  ask  the  aids  of  heavenly  power, 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour  ! 

Michael  Bruce, 

774  L.  M. 

1  Pbayes  is  appointed  to  convey 

The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray; 
They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afilict,  or  wrongs  oppress  ; 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay  ; 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress  ; 

In  every  case,  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'Tis  pra,yer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak: 

Though  thought  be  broken,  language 
lame, 
Pray,  '\1  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak  ; 
Bat  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Depend  on  him  ;  thou  canst  not  fail ; 

Make  all  thy  waiits  and  wishes  known; 
Fear  not ;  his  merits  must  prevail : 
Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 

Joseph  Hart 

775  c.  M. 

1  Come  quickly,  gracious  Lord,  and  take 
Possession  of  thine  own  ; 
My  longing  heart  vo\ichsafe  to  make 
Thy  everlasting  throne. 
556 


PEAYE3. 


Assert  thy  claim,  raaintain  thy  right, 

Come  quickly  from  above ; 
And  sink  me  to  perfection's  height, 

The  depth  of  humble  love. 

Oiarles  IVesley, 


776  c.  M. 

1  O  BLESSED,  blessed  sounds  of  grace, 

Still  echoing  in  my  ear  ! 
Glad  is  the  hour,  and  loved  the  place — 
But  whence  ray  sudden  fear? 

2  What  if  a  sternly  righteous  doom 

Have  sealed  this  call  my  last? 
Before  me  -sicivness — death — a  tomb ; 
Behind,  th'  unpardoned  past. 

3  My  Sabbath  suns  may  all  have  set, 

My  Sabbath  scenes  be  o'er; 
The  place,  at  least,  where  we  are  met. 
May  know  my  steps  no  more. 

4  The  prophet  of  the  cross  may  ne'er 

Again  preach  peace  to  me  ; 
The  voice  of  interceding  prayer 
A  farewell  voice  may  be. 

5  But,  Saviour,  canst  thou  say,  "Farewell; 

Or,  Holy  Spirit,  thou  ? 
Or  must  I  leave  thy  house  for  hell  ? 

0  save  me,  save  me  now  I 

6  While  yet  the  life-proclaiming  word 

Doth  through  my  <;onscience  thrill. 
Breathe  life;  and  lo  !  divinely  stirred, 

1  can  repent,  I  will. 

JVilliam  Maclardie  Bu;::iK^. 
557 


PEAYEE. 

777  s.  M. 

1  Jksus,  my  strength,  my  hope, 

On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 
And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer. 

2  Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do, 
On  thee,  almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

3  I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind 
The  baits  of  pleasing  ill ; 

4  A  soul  inured  to  pain. 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss. 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain, 
The  consecrated  cross. 

5  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick-discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 
And  sees  the  tempter  fly  ; 

6  A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
Forever  standing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

Charles  iFesUy. 

778  8s,  7s.     D. 

1  Come,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee  : 
55S 


PEAYEE. 

Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation. 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art — 
Dear  Desire  of  everj  nation, 

Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

2  Bom  thy  people  to  deliver; 

Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  King ; 
Born  to  reign  in  xis  forever. 

Now  thy  gracio^is  kingdom  bring : 
By  thine  own  Eternal  Spirit, 

Rale  in  all  oar  hearts  alone  ; 
By  thine  all-sufScient  merit, 

Eaise  ua  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

'Charles  Wesley, 

11^  S.  M. 

1  O  MAY  thy  powerful  word 

Inspire  a  feeble  worm 
To  rush  into  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
And  take  it  as  by  storm  ! 

2  O  may  we  all  improve 

The  grace  already  given, 
To  seize  the  crown  of  perfect  love. 
And  scale  the  mount  of  heaven  ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

780  c.  M. 

1  There  is  no  sorrow,  Lord,  too  light 

To  bring  in  prayer  to  thee  : 
There  is  no  anxious  care  too  slight 
To  wake  thy  sympathy. 

2  Thou  who  hast  trod  the  thorny  road 

TVilt  share  each  small  distress  ; 
The  love  which  bore  the  greater  load 
Will  not  refuse  the  less. 
559 


PEAYEE. 

3  There  is  no  secret  sigh  we  breathe 

But  meets  thine  ear  di\'ine  ; 
And  every  cross  grows  light  beneath 
The  shadow,  Lord,  of  thine. 

4  Life's  ills  without,  sin's  strife  within, 

The  heart  would  overflow, 
Tiiit  for  that  love  which  died  for  sin, 
That  love  which  wept  with  woe. 

Jane  Crewdson, 

781  C.  M. 

1  Our  Father,  God,  who  arfc  in  heaven, 

All  hallowed  be  thy  name  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  v/iil  be  done 
In  heaven  and  earth  the  same. 

2  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread  ; 

And  as  we  those  forgive 
Who  sin  against  us,  so  may  we 
Forgi\ang  grace  receive. 

3  Into  temptation  lead  us  not ; 

From  evil  set  us  free  ; 
And  thine  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power 
And  glory,  ever  be. 

Adoniram  Judson. 

1'82  7s. 

1  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare  ; 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer : 

He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King ; 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such. 
None  c<an  ever  ask  too  much. 

560 


PKAYKB. 

3  With  my  bnrden  I  begin  : 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  I 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt. 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest ; 
Take  x>ossession  of  my  breast : 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

John  NetutoK. 


783  7s. 

1  Lord.  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow : 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 

Ah  !  my  Lord,  thou  Icnow'st  my  name; 
Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 
Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy: 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

4  Once  a  sinner,  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy-sea  fc  by  prayer  ; 
Mercy  heard,  and  set  him  free  : 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  days  have  passed  since  then. 
Many  changes  I  have  seen  ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now ! 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou? 
36  561 


PRAYEE. 

6  Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need ; 
This  emlDoldens  me  to  plead  : 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thon  let  me  sink  at  last? 

7  No  ;  I  must  maintain  my  hold : 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  ; 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

John  NewtoH. 

784  7s. 

1  They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace. 

./       Find  that  throne  in  every  place  ;  \ 

If  we  live  a  life  of  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere, 

2  In  our  sickness  or  our  health, 
In  our  want  or  in  our  wealth, 
K  we  look  to  God  in  prayer, 
Grod  is  present  everywhere. 

3  When  our  earthly  comforts  fail, 
When  the  foes  of  life  prevail, 
'Tis  the  time  for  earnest  prayer ; 
God  is  present  ever^^where. 

4  Then,  my  soul,  in  every  strait 
To  thy  Father  come  and  wait ; 
He  will  answer  every  prayer ; 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

Oliver  Hoiden.     Alt. 

785  7s. 

1  Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire. 
Love  divine,  thyself  impart ; 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire  ; 
Shine  in  everv  drooping  heart. 
662 


PEAYEE. 

2  Every  mournful  sinner  cheer ; 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  ■ 
Son  of  God,  appear  i  appear  ! 
To  thy  human  temples  come. 

3  Come  in  this  accepted  hour : 

Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in : 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power, 
Eooting  out  the  seeds  of  sin. 

4  Kothing  more  can  we  require, 

v^^e  will  covet  nothing  less  : 
Be  thou  all  our  hearts'  desire, 
All  our  joy,  and  all  our  peace. 

Charles  Wesley, 


"^^^  C.  M. 

1  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  Grod  in  persons  three. 
Bring  hack  the  heavenly  blessing  lost, 
By  all  mankind  and  me. 

2  Thy  favor  and  thy  nature  too, 

To  me,  to  all  restore  : 
Forgive,  and  after  God  renew, 
And  keep  ns  evermore. 

3  Eternal  Sun  of  righteousness, 

Display  thy  beams  divine. 
And  cause  the  glories  of  thy  face 
Upon  my  heart  to  shine. 

4  Light,  in  thy  light,  O  may  I  see. 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove  ! 
Eevived,  and  cheered,  and  blessed  bvthee^ 
The  God  of  pardoning  love. 
563 


PRAYEE. 

5  Lift  lip  thy  coiuitenaucc  serene, 

And  let  thy  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
The  Godhead  reconciled. 

6  That  all-comprising  peace  bestow 

On  me,  through  grace  forgiven: 
The  joys  of  holiness  below. 
And  then  the  joys  of  heaven ! 

Charles  Wesley 

78T  8s,  7s. 

1  Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation. 

Grant  uSj,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain ! 
All  -will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thy  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourished, 

Every  plant  looked  gay  and  green  ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen. 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see  : 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed. 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee, 

John  Newton. 

•?'S8  s.  M. 

1  Come  to  the  morning  prayer, 
Come,  let  us  kneel  and  pray  ; 
Prayer  is  the  Christian  x)ilgrim's  staff, 
To  walk  with  God  all  day. 
564 


PRAYER. 

2  At  noon,  beneath  the  Eock 

Of  ages,  rast  and  pray  ; 
Sweet  is  that  shelter  from  the  heat 
When  smites  the  sun  by  day. 

3  At  evening  shut  thy  door, 

Eound  the  home  altar  pray  ; 
And  finding  there  the  house  of  God 
With  prayer  thus  close  the  day. 

4  And  when  night  veils  our  eyes, 

O  it  is  sweet  to  say, 
"I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord, 
With  thee  to  watch  and  pray." 

Jantds  Mont^otne7-y. 

789  L.  M.    D. 

1  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care. 

And  bids  me,  at  my  Father's  throne, 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known  : 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief^ 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  praj^er. 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 
Thy  ATings  shall  my  petition  bear 

To  him,  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless : 
And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet,  hour  of  prayer. 

3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
Mav  I  thy  consolation  share. 

Till,  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 
I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight : 
665 


PEAYER. 

This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise, 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 
And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
"  Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer!" 

William  W.  Walford. 

790  8s  &  4. 

1  My  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet 

From  blush  of  morn  to  ev'ning  star, 
As  that  which  calls  me  to  thy  feet, 
The  hour  of  prayer? 

2  Blest  is  that  tranquil  hour  of  morn, 

And  blest  that  solemn  hour  of  eve. 
When,  on  the  wings  of  prayer  upborne, 
The  world  I  leave. 

3  Then  is  my  sti-ength  by  thee  renewed  ; 

Then  are  my  sins  by  thee  forgiven ; 
Then  dost  thou  cheer  my  solitude 
"With  hopes  of  heaven. 

4  No  words  can  tell  what  sweet  relief 

Here  for  my  every  want  I  find ; 
"What  strength  for  warfare,  balm  for  grief. 
What  peace  of  mind. 

5  Hushed  is  each  doubt,  gone  every  fear ; 

My  spirit  seems  in  heaven  to  stay  ; 
And  e'en  the  X)enitential  tear 
Is  wiped  away. 

6  Lord,  till  I  reach  that  blissful  shore, 

No  pri-dlege  so  dear  shall  be. 
As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour 
In  prayer  to  thee. 

Charlotte  Elliott. 

566 


PAET  in. 
FOR  DOMESTIC  WORSHIP. 

SECTION  I. 
THE  FAMILY. 

791  L.  M 

1  Awake,  my  sonl,  and  vrith  the  snn 
Thy  daily  stage  of  dutv'  run  : 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake  and  lift  up  thyself  my  heart, 
And  TTith  the  angels  bear  thy  part ; 
"Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  eternal  King. 

3  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept : 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

4  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say, 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

5  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow: 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Thomas  Ken. 

567 


THE   FAMILY- 
792  L.  M. 

1  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wak'ning  and  uprising  prove; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  ijower,  and  thought. 

2  New  mercies,  eacli  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  w^hile  we  pray; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 
New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

3  If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still  of  countless  price 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

4  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask, — 
Room  to  deny  ourselves,  a  road 

To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 

5  Only,  O  Lord,  in  thy  dear  love 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above; 
And  help  us  this,  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 

John  Kebie. 

793  c.  M. 

1  LoED,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  : 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer. 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye, — 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 
568 


THE   FAMILY. 

3  Thon  art  a  God  before  whose  siglit 

The  "^vic'ked  shall  uot  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court,  _ 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

Isaac  Watts, 


794  s.  M. 

1  TV  E  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 

O  Day-Star  from  on  high  ! 
The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade. 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  O  let  thy  orient  beams 

The  night  of  sin  disperse, 

The  mists  of  error  and  of  ^dce 

Which  shade  the  universe  ! 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now  ! 

How  dark  and  sad  before  ! 
With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change. 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  O  may  no  gloomy  crime 

Pollute  the  rising  day  ; 
Or  Jesus'  blood,  like  ev'ning  dew, 
Wash  all  its  stains  away  ! 
569 


THE  FAMILY. 

5  May  we  this  life  improve, 

To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 
And  live  this  short  revolving  day 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 

6  To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit — One  in  Three — 
Be  glory  ;  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  forever  he. 

John  Wesley. 

795  s.  M. 

1  See  how  the  morning  sun 
Pursues  his  shining  way, 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 
With  every  bright' ning  ray. 

■     2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 
Its  heavenly  Parent  sing ; 
And  to  its.  great  Original 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down. 

Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 
I  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near  ! 

4  My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

Elizabeth  ScoU. 

796  CM. 

1  Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 
570 


THE  FAMILY. 

2  Night  nnto  night  his  uame  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound — 
Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame ; 

My  tongue  shall  s^^eak  his  praise  : 
My  sins  might  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
But  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  O  Grcd,  let  all  my  hours  he  thine, 

While  I  enjoy  the  light ! 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 

Isaac  Watts. 


797  c.  M. 

1  GiVEE  and  guardian  of  m}^  sleep, 

To  praise  thy  name  I  wake  : 
Still,  Lord,  thy  helpless  servant  keep, 
For  thine  own  mercy's  sake. 

2  The  blessing  of  another  day 

I  thankfully  receive : 
O  may  I  only  thee  obey, 
And  to  thy  glory  live ! 

3  Upon  me  lay  thy  mighty  hand. 

My  words  and  thoughts  restrain  ; 
Bow  my  whole  soul  to  thy  command, 
Nor  let  my  faith  be  vain. 

4  Pris'ner  of  hope,  I  wait  the  hour 

Which  shall  salvation  bring  ; 
When  all  I  am  shall  own  thy  power. 
And  call  my  Jesus  King. 

Charles  Wesley. 
571 


THE  FAMILY. 

198  c.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  day; 

Unfold  thy  drowsy  eyes, 
And  burst  the  pond'rous  chain  that  loads 
Thine  active  faculties. 

2  Grod's  guardian  shield  was  round  me  spread 

In  my  defenseless  sleep  : 
Let  him  have  all  my  waking  hours 
Who  doth  my  slumbers  keep. 

3  Pardon,  O  God,  my  former  sloth, 

And  arm  my  soul  with  grace  ; 
As  rising  now,  I  seal  my  vows 
To  prosecute  thy  ways. 

4  Bright  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise  ; 

Thy  radiant  beams  display. 
And  guide  my  dark,  bewildered  soul 
To  everlasting  day. 

PA27i/  Doddridge. 

799  c.  M. 

1  O  God,  who  roadest  earth  and  sky, 

The  darkness  and  the  day, 
Give  ear  to  this  thy  family, 
And  help  us  when  we  pray. 

2  For  wild  the  waves  of  bitterness 

Around  our  vessel  roar, 
And  heavy  grows  the  pilot's  heart, 
To  view  the  rocky  shore ! 

3  The  cross  our  Master  bore  for  us, 

For  him  we  fain  would  bear  ; 
But  mortal  strength  to  weakness  turns, 
And  courage  to  despair. 
572 


THE  FAMILY. 

4  Then,  mercy  on  our  failings,  Lord  ! 
Our  sinking  faith  renew  ! 
And  when  thy  sorrows  Aisit  ns, 
O  send  thy  patience  too ! 

Reginald  Heher. 

800  L.  M. 

1  All  praise  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night. 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep. me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  Idngs, 
Under  thine  own  Almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me.  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  fne  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Else  glorious  at  the  awfal  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close — 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  ^ig'rous  make. 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 

5  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow: 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host  ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy' Ghost. 

Thomas  Ken. 

801  7s.     D. 

1  Omnipresent  God  !  whose  aid 
No  one  ever  asked  in  vain, 
Be  this  night  about  my  bed, 
Everv  evil  thouirht  restrain ; 
573 


THE  FAMILY. 

Lay  thy  hand  upon  my  soul, 
God  of  my  unguarded  hours l 

All  jnj  enemies  control, 
Hell,  and  earth,  and  nature's  powers. 

0  thou  jealous  God  !  come  down, 

God  of  spotless  purity  ; 
Claim  and  seize  me  for  thine  own, 

Consecrate  my  jieart  to  thee : 
Under  thy  protection  take  : 

Songs  in  the  night  season  give : 
Let  me  sleep  to  thee,  and  wake  ; 

Let  me  die  to  thee,  and  live. 

Charles  Wesley. 


802  83,  7s. 

1  Saviour,  breathe  an  ev'ning  blessing 

Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal  ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing ; 
Thou  canst  save  and  thou  canst  heal. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Thougli  the  arrow  past  us  fly, 
Angel  guards  from  thee  surround  us  ; 
We  are  safe,  if  thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary. 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  thee  ; 
Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 
Watciiest  where  thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'erfcake  us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us. 
Clad  in  light,  and  deathless  bloom. 

James  Edmeston. 

574 


THE   FAMILY. 

803  s.  M. 

1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  ev'ning  shades  appear ; 
O  may  vre  all  remember  Tvell, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near ! 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  ns  all 
Of  what  is  here  possessed. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears ; 
!May  angels  guard  ns,  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  our  days  are  past. 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love  ! 

yohn  Leland. 

804  L.  M. 

1  Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days, 
And  every  ev'ning  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 
"While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 
575 


THE  FAMILY. 

4  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  groundj 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Isaac  Watts. 

805  L.  M. 

1  Hovi'  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round  ! 

Forever  be  thy  name  adored  : 
I  blush  in  all  things  to  abound ; 
The  servant  is  above  bis  Lord  ! 

2  Inured  to  poverty  and  pain, 

A  suff' ring  life  my  Master  led: 
The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  man, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

3  But,  lo  !  a  place  he  hath  prepared 

For  me,  whom  watchfnl  angels  keep ; 
Yea,  he  himself  becomes  my  guard  ; 
He  smooths  my  bed,  and  gives  me  sleep. 

4  Jesus  protects ;  my  fears,  begone ! 

What  can  the  Rock  of  ages  move? 
Safe  in  thy  arms  I  lay  me  down, 
Thine  everlasting  arms  of  love ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

806  L.  M, 

1  My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  ev'ning  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distill  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread' st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 
576 


THE   FAMILY. 

3  I  yield  myself  to  thy  command  ; 

To  thee  devote  my  nights  and  days : 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

IsacK  IVatts. 

807  c.  M. 

1  Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 

Let  warmest  thanks  arise : 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  This  day  God  was  our  sun  and  shield, 

Our  keeper  and  our  guide  ; 
His  care  was  on  our  weakness  shown, 
His  mercies  multiplied. 

3  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied, 

Hare  made  up  all  this  day; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  fleet  and  free  than  they. 

4  New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require  : 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  hearts'  desire. 

John  MasoTU 

808  c.  M. 

1  Thou,  Lord,  hast  blessed  my  going  out, 

0  bless  my  coming  in  ! 
Compass  my  weakness  round  about, 
And  keep  me  safe  from  sin. 

2  Still  hide  me  in  thy  secret  place, 

Thy  tabernacle  spread ; 
Shelter  me  with  preserving  grace, 
And  screen  my  naked  head. 
37  577 


THE  FAMILY. 

3  To  thee  for  refuge  may  I  ran, 

From  sin's  alluring  snare ; 
Ready  its  first  approach  to  shun, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

4  O  that  I  never,  never  more 

Might  from  thy  ways  depart ! 
Here  let  me  give  my  wand' rings  o'er, 
By  giving  thee  my  heart ! 

Charles  Wesley. 

809  7s. 

1  Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  our  sight  away  : 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  we  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Naught  escapes,  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 

Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon  from  us  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  us.  Lord,  to  dwell  veith  thee. 

George  IV.  Doant. 

810  c.  M. 

1  Dee  AD  Sov' reign,  let  my  ev'ning  song 

Like  holy  incense  rise  ; 
Assist  the  oflT rings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard  ; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

578 


THE  FAMILY. 

3  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pard'ning  blood, 
I  lay  me  down  to  rest ; 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

Isaac  Watts. 

811  p.  M. 

1  Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is 

shining, 
Father  in  heaven,  the  day  is  declining ; 
Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 
Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  with 

the  night : 
From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  mom- 

ing-bells  chime. 
Shield  me  from  danger,  save  me  from 

crime. 
Father,  have  mercy,  Father,  have  mercy, 
Father,    have     mercy,     through    Jesus 

Christ  our  Lord. 

2  Father  in  heaven,  O  hear  when  we  call. 
Hear,  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of 

all: 
Feeble  and  fainting  we    trust    in    thy 

might; 
In  doubting  and  darkness  thy  love  be  our 
^       light; 
Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night 

taper  bums. 
Wake  in  thy  arms  when  morning  returns. 
Father,  have  mercy,  &c. 

Author  Unknown, 

812  c.  M. 

1  Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
To  grace  a  marriage-feast, 
O  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 
To  make  a  wedding-guest ! 
579 


THE  FAMILY. 

2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands ; 
Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 

3  With  gi^  of  grace  their  hearts  endow, 

Of  all  rich  dowries  best ; 
Their  substance  bless,  and  peace  bestow, 
To  sweeten  all  the  rest. 

4  In  purest  love  their  souls  unite, 

That  they,  with  Christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
By  taking  mutual  share. 

John  Berridge. 

813  5s,  63,  93. 

1  Come  away  to  the  skies,  My  beloved  arise, 
And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wast  bom : 
On  this  festival  day.  Come  exulting  away, 
And  with  singing  to  Sion  return, 

2  We  have  laid  up  our    love    And    our 

treasure  above. 
Though  our  bodies  continue  below : 
The  redeemed  of  our  Lord,  We  remember 

his  word, 
And  with  singing  to  paradise  go. 

Charles  Wesley. 

814  7s.     61. 

1  Gentle  stranger,  fearless  come, 
To  our  quiet,  happy  home  : 
Bud  of  being,  beauteous  flower, 
Sprung  to  birth  this  smiling  hour. 
While  upon  thy  form  we  gaze. 
Grateful  thoughts  to  heaven  we  raise. 
580 


THE  FAMILY. 

2  Saviour,  from  thy  beaTenly  throne 
Smile  upon  this  little  one ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  be  its  guide, 
Let  its  wants  be  well  supplied  ; 
Cleanse  it  by  thy  precious  blood, 
Fit  it  for  thy  high  abode. 

Author  Unknown. 

815  7s.     6  1. 

1  Wheeefoee  should  I  make  my  moan, 

Now  the  darling  child  is  dead? 
He  to  early  rest  is  gone, 

He  to  paradise  is  fled  : 
I  shall  go  to  him,  but  he 
Never  shall  return  to  me. 

2  God  forbids  his  longer  stay, 

God  recalls  the  precious  loan, 
God  hath  taken  him  away, 

From  my  bosom  to  his  own : 
Surely  what  he  wills  is  best ! 
Happy  in  his  will,  I  rest. 

3  Faith  cries  out,  it  is  the  Lord ! 

Let  him  do  as  seems  him  good : 
Be  thy  holy  name  adored. 

Take  the  gift  awhile  bestowed ; 
Take  the  child  no  longer  mine. 
Thine  he  is,  forever  tMne. 

Charles  Wesley. 

816  7s. 

1  Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee  ; 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree : 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear  ; 
Come,  and  spread  thy  banner  here. 
581 


THE  FAMILY. 

2  Make  ns  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind  ; 
Lowly,  meek,  in  thought  and  word, 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

3  Let  U3  for  each  other  care. 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear ; 
To  thy  Church  the  pattern  give, 
Show  how  true  believei-s  live. 

4  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride, 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide ; 

All  the  depths  of  love  express, 
All  the  heights  of  holiness. 

5  Let  us,  then,  with  joy  remove 
To  the  family  above ; 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly, 
Show  how  true  believers  die. 

Charles  Wesley, 

817  s.  M. . 

1  Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace, 

Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  saints  are  blest  above, 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distills, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

Isaac  Watts. 


582 


SECTION  n. 


THE  CLOSET. 


818  CM.     D. 

1  While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 
Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed ; 

That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise. 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  the  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 

My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 
My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear. 

The  gath'ring  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear — 

That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

Helen  Maria  Williams. 

583 


THE  CLOSET. 
819  CM.      D. 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 

His  most  successful  war. 
The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 

For  those  who  follow  thee. 

Wiliiam  Cowper. 

820  c.  M. 

1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead , 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past. 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  \-iew 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven : 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

Phoebe  Hinsdale  Broivn. 

584 


THE  CLOSET. 
831  L.  M. 

1  My  God,  I  now  from  sleep  awake, 
The  sole  possession  of  me  take ; 
From  midnight  terrors  me  secure, 

And  guard    my    heart    from    thoughts 
impure. 

2  Blest  angels,  while  we  silent  lie, 
You  hallelujahs  sing  on  high  ; 
You,  joyful,  hymn  the  Ever-blest, 
Before  the  throne,  and  never  rest. 

3  I  with  your  choir  celestial  join, 
In  off 'ring  up  a  hymn  dixdne  ; 
With  you  in  heaven  I  hope  to  dwell, 
And  bid  the  night  and  world  farewell. 

4  Lord,  lest  the  tempter  me  surprise, 
Watch  over  thine  own  sacrifice  : 
All  loose,  all  idle  thoughts  cast  out, 
And  make  my  very  dreams  devout. 

5  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  lieavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

Thotnas  Ken. 

833  L.  M. 

1  Sux  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near  : 

O  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 

To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes. 

2  Wlien  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

585 


THE  CLOSET. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  ©ve, 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine 
Have  spurned,  to-day,  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick  :  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  thy  bounteous  store ; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

.6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake. 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take ; 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love. 
We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

John  Keble. 


823  L.  M= 

1  O  God,  my  Gk^d,  my  all  thou  art ! 

Ere  shines  the  dawn  of  rising  day. 

Thy  sovereign  light  vfithin  my  heart, 

Thy  all-enliv'ning  power  display. 

2  For  thee  ray  thirsty  soul  doth  pant 

While  in'^this  desert  land  I  live ; 
And  hungry  as  I  am,  and  faint, 
Thy  love  alone  can  comfort  give. 

3  More  dear  than  life  itself,  thy  love 

My  heart  and  tongue  shall  still  employ, 
And  to  declare  thy  praise  will  prove 
My  peace,  my  glory,  and  my  joy. 
58G 


THE  CLOSET. 

4  In  blessing  thee  with  grateful  songs, 
My  happy  life  shall  glide  away; 
The  praise  that  to  thy  name  belongs, 
Hourly  with  lifted  hands,  I'll  pay. 

From  the  Spanish.     Tr.  by  John  Wesley. 

834  L.  M. 

1  O  Thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess, 
In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  hll  the  place. 

2  Through  all  the  mazes  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  searched  and  puriiied. 

3  Then  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer ; 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove 
That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  there. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

825  L.  M. 

1  Forth  in  thy  name,  O  Lord,  I  go, 

My  daily  labor  to  pursue ; 
Thee,  only  thee,  resolved  to  know 
In  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 

2  Thee  may  I  set  at  my  right  hand. 

Whose  eyes  my  inmost  substance  see ; 
And  labor  on  at  thy  command, 
And  oflier  all  my  works  to  thee. 

Charles  Wesley. 
587 


THE  CLOSET. 

82 G  8s,  7s. 

1  Silently  the  shades  of  ev'ning 

Gather  round  my  lonely  door  : 
Silently  they  bring  before  me 
Faces  I  shall  see  no  more. 

2  0  the  lost,  the  tmforgotten ! 

Though  the  world  be  oft  forgot — 
0  the  shrouded  and  the  lonely  ! 
In  our  hearts  they  perish  not. 

3  Living  in  the  silent  hours, 

"Where  our  spirits  only  blend ; 
They,  unlinked  with  earthly  trouble, 
We,  still  hoping  for  its  end. 

4  How  such  holy  mem'ries  cluster, 

Like  the  stars  when  storms  are  past, 
Pointing  up  to  that  fair  haven 
We  may  hope  to  gain  at  last. 

Christopher  C.  Cox. 


827  L.  M. 

1  O  HAPPY  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Weil  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

Chorus. 

Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away  : 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day  : 
Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 
588 


THE  CLOSET. 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love! 
Let  cheerful  anthem.s  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done :  the  great  transaction's  done ! 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine ; 
He  drevr  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ; 

Fixed  on  this  bli?sfal  center,  rest : 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  called  on  angels'  bread  to  feast? 

5  High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow. 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

Philip  Doddridge. 


828  109. 

1  Abide  with  me  :  fast  falls  the  even-tide; 
The   darkness  deepens ;  Lord,  with  me 

abide  ! 
When  other  helpers  fail, and  comforts  fiee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me  ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories    paso 

away; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see  ; 
O  thou,  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me  i 

3  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour ; 
What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power? 

689 


THE  CLOSET. 

Who,  like  thyself,  my  guide  and   stay 

can  be? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  Lord,  abide 

with  me ! 

4  I  fear    no  foe,  with    thee   at   hand    to 

bless ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitter 

ness; 
Where  is  death's  sting?  where,    grave, 

thy  victory? 
I  triumph  still,  if  thou  abide  with  me. 

5  Hold  thou  thy  cross  before  my   closing 

eyes; 
Shine  through  the  gloom  and  point  me 

to  the  skies ; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,    and   earth's 

vain  shadows  fiee ; 
In  life,  in  death,  O   Lord,    abide   with 

me! 

Henry  Francis  Lytc. 

829  L.  M. 

1  LoED,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine. 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine ; 
With  full  consent  thine  would  I  be, 
And  own  thy  sov' reign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace : 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  G<>d, 
But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

3  Thine  would  I  live,  thine  would  I  die, 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity  ; 

The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal, 
Now  will  I  set  the  solemn  seal, 
590 


THE  CLOSET. 

4  Here  at  that  cross  where  flovrs  the  blood 
That  bought  my  gnilty  soul  for  God, 
Thee,  my  new  Master,  now  I  call, 

And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all. 

5  Do  thou  assist  a  feeble  worm 
The  great  engagement  to  perform ; 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
And  on  that  gra^e  I  dare  depend. 

Samuel  Davies. 

830  L.  M. 

1  Angel  of  covenanted  grace, 

Come,  and  thy  healing  power  infuse ; 
Descend  in  thine  own  time,  and  bless. 
And  give  the  means  their  hallowed  use. 

2  Obedient  to  thy  will  alone. 

To  thee  in  meajis  I  calmly  fly ; 
ily  life,  I  know,  is  not  my  own, 
To  God  I  Uve.  to  God  I  die. 

3  Thy  holy  will  be  ever  mine : 

If  thou  on  earth  detain  me  still, 
I  bow,  and  bless  the  grace  di^-ine, — 
I  suffer  all  thy  holy  will. 

4  I  come,  if  thou  my  strength  restore, 

To  serve  thee  vdth  my  strength  renewed ; 
Grant  me  but  this,  I  ask  no  more — 
To  spend  and  to  be  spent  for*  God. 

Charles  IVesley. 

831  L.  M. 

1  God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days, 
My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  op'ning  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 
591 


THE  CLOSET. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast. 
Thy  tuneful  praises  raised  on  high 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  the  powers  of  language  fail, 
Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall 

break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But  O,  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies ! 

5  Soon  shall  I  learn  th'  exalted  strains 
Which  echo  through  the  heavenly  plains; 
And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  glowing  seraphs  round  the  throns. 

6  The  cheerful  tribute  will  I  give 
Long  as  a  deathless  soul  shall  live : 
A  work  so  sweet,  a  theme  so  high, 
Demands  and  crowns  eternity. 

Philtp  Doddridge. 

832  c.  M. 

1  When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  O  how  can  words  with  equal  warmth 

The  gratitude  declare 
That  glows  vnthin  my  ravished  heart? 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there ! 
592 


THE  CLOSET. 

3  Ten  thonsand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thauks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart. 
That  tastes  those  gifts  Trith  joy. 

4  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  pleasing  theme  renew. 

5  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more. 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercies  shall  adore. 

6  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  grateful  song  I'll  raise  ; 
But  O  I  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

Joseph.  Addison. 


833  c.  M. 

1  Father,  into  thy  hands  alone 

I  have  my  all  restored  : 
My  all  thy  property',  I  ovra, 
The  steward  of  the  Lord. 

2  Hereafter  none  can  take  away 

Illy  life,  or  goods,  or  fame  ; 

Ready  at  tliy  command  to  lay 

Them  down  I  always  am. 

3  Confiding  in  thy  only  lovg. 

Through  Him  who  died  for  m: 
I  wait  thy  faithfulness  to  prove, 
And  give  back  all  to  thee. 
38  593 


THE   CLOSET. 

Determined  all  thy  will  t'  obey, 

Thy  blessings  I  restore ; 
Give,  Lord,  or  take  thy  gifts  away, 

I  praise  thee  evermore. 

Charles  Wesley. 


834  73,  63,  7,  8. 

i  Lo  !  I  come  with  joy  to  do 

The  Master's  blessed  will— 
Him  in  outward  worlkcs  x)ursue, 

And  serve  his  pleasure  still. 
Faithful  to  ray  Lord's  commands, 

I  still  would  choose  the  better  part ; 
Serve  with  careful  Martha's  hands 

And  loving  Mary's  heart. 

2  Careful  without  care  I  am, 

Nor  feel  my  happy  toil ! 
Kept  in  peace  by  Jesus'  name, 

Supported  by  his  smile ; 
Joyful  thus  my  faith  to  show, 

I  find  his  service  my  reward : 
Every  work  I  do  below, 

I  do  it  to  the  Lord. 

Charles  Wesley. 


835  L.  M.      61. 

1  In  age  and  feebleness  extreme. 
Who  shall  a  helpless  worm  redeem  ? 
Jesus,  7ny  only  hope  thou  art, 
Strength  of  my  failing  flesh  and  heart ! 
O  could  I  catch  a  smile  from  thee, 
And  drop  into  eternity  ! 

Charles  Weshy 

594 


THE  CLOSET. 

836  7s. 

1  Eeady  for  my  earthen  bed, 
Let  me  rest  my  fainting  head, 
Welcome  life's  expected  close, 
Sink  in  permanent  repose. 

2  Jesus'  blood,  to  -which  I  fly, 
Doth  my  conscience  purify, 
Signs  my  wearv*  soul's  release, 
Bids  me  now  depart  in  peace. 

3  Thus  do  I  my  bed  prepare ; 

O  how  soft  when  Christ  is  there ! 
Calm  I  lay  my  body  down. 
Rise  to  an  immortal  crown. 

Charles  Wesley. 

837  s.  M. 

1  Equip  me  for  the  war, 

And  teach  my  hands  to  fight ; 
My  simple,  upright  heart  prepare, 
And  guide  my  words  aright. 

2  Control  my  every  thought ; 

My  whole  of  sin  remove  ; 
Let  all  my  works  in  thee  be  wrought. 
Let  all  be  wrought  in  love. 

3  O  arm  me  with  the  mind. 

Meek  Lamb,  that  was  in  thee  ! 
And  let  my  knowing  zeal  be  joined 
With  perfect  charity. 

4  O  may  I  love  like  thee ! 

In  all  thy  footsteps  tread ! 
Thou  hatest  all  iniquity, 
But  nothing  thou  hast  made. 
595 


THE  CLOSHT. 

5  O  may  I  learn  the  art, 

•  With  meekness  to  reprove  ; 
To  hate  the  sin  with  all  my  heart, 
But  still  the  sinner  love. 

Charles  Wesley 

838  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  the  weary  wand'rer's  rest, 

Give  me  thy  easy  yoke  to  bear  : 
With  steadfast  patience  arm  my  breast, 
With  spotless  love  and  lowly  fear. 

2  Thankful  I  take  the  cnp  from  thee, 

Prepared  and  mingled  by  thy  skill : 
Though  bitter  to  the  taste  it  be, 
Powerful  the  wounded  soul  to  heal. 

3  Be  thou,  O  Rock  of  ages,  nigh  !      [gone  5 

So  shall  each  murm'ring  thought  be 
And  grief,  and  fear,  and  care,  shall  fly 
As  clouds  before  the  midday  sun. 

4  Speak  to  my  warring  passions,  "  Peace  ! " 

Say  to  my  trembling  heart,  "Be  still ! " 
Thy  power  my  strength  and  fortress  is, 
For  all  things  serve  thy  sovereign  will 

Charles  Wesley. 


839  c.  P.  M. 

1  How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot ! 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 

From  worldly  hope  and  fear  ' 
Confined  to  neither  court  nor  cell. 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell. 
He  only  sojourns  here. 
596 


THE  CLOSET. 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine, 
Already  saved  from  low  design. 

From  every  creature-love ! 
Blest  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good, 
My  soul  i3  lightened  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 


3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue ; 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  that  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen  ; 
Their  honors,  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 


4  No  foot  of  land  do  I  possess, 
No  cottage  in  this  wilderness : 

A  poor  wayfaring  man, 
I  lodge  awhile  in  tents  below ; 
Or  gladly  wander  to  and  fro, 

"nil  I  my  Canaan  gain. 

5  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own ; 
A  stranger,  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise  : 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight. 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, 

A  city  in  the  skies. 

6  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair ; 
I\Iy  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come  I 
597 


THE  CLOSET. 

7  I  come — thy  servant,  Lord,  replies — 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  heavenly  rest ! 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end  ; 
Now,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast ! 

yohn  Wesley. 

840  8s,  7s.     D. 

1  Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended. 

All  thy  mourning  days  below ; 
Go,  by  angel  guards  attended, 

To  the  sight  of  Jesus,  go  ! 
Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo !  the  Saviour  stands  above  ; 
Shows  the  purchase  of  his  merit. 

Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

2  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion, 

To  thy  great  Redeemer's  breast — 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 

To  his  everlasting  rest. 
For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 
Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory  ; 

Suffer,  T\dth  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

Charles  Wesley^ 

84:1  8s,  7s,     D. 

1  O  THE  hour  when  this  material 
Shall  have  vanished  as  a  cloud, 
When  amid  the  mde  ethereal 

All  th'  invisible  shall  crowd  ; 
And  the  naked  soul,  surrounded 

With  realities  unknown. 
Triumph  in  the  view  unbounded, 
Feel  herself  with  God  alone  ! 
698 


THE   CLOSET, 

In  that  suddeu,  strange  transition, 

By  what  new  and  finer  sense 
Shall  she  grasp  the  mighty  vision, 

And  receive  its  influence? 
Angels,  guard  the  new  immortal, 

Through  the  wonder-teeming  space, 
To  the  everlasting  portal, 

To  the  spirit's  resting-place. 

Will  she,  then,  with  fond  emotion, 

Aught  of  human  love  retain? 
Or,  absorbed  in  pure  devotion, 

Will  no  earthly  trace  remain? 
Can  the  grave  those  ties  dissever, 

With  the  very  heart-strings  twined? 
Must  she  part,  and  part  forever, 

With  the  friends  she  leaves  behind  ? 

No  :  the  past  she  still  remembers ; 

Faith  and  hope,  surviving  too, 
Ever  watch  those  sleeping  embers, 

Which  must  rise  and  live  anew  ; 
For  the  widowed,  lonely  spirit, 

Waiting  to  be  clothed  afresh, 
Longs  perfection  to  inherit, 

.And  to  triumph  in  the  flesh. 

Angels,  let  the  ransomed  stranger 

In  your  tender  care  be  blest ; 
Hoping,  trusting,  safe  from  danger, 

Till  the  trumpet  end  her  rest — 
Till  the  trump  which  shakes  creation, 

Through  the  circling  heavens  shall  roll 
Till  the  day  of  consummation, 

Till  the  bridal  of  the  soul, 
599 


THE  CLOSET, 

6  Can  I  trust  a  fellow-being  ? 

Can  I  trust  au  angel's  care? 
O  thou  merciful  All-seeing ! 

Beam  around  my  spirit  there. 
Jesus,  blessed  Mediator ! 

Thou  the  airy  path  hast  trod  : 
Thou,  the  Judge,  the  Consummator ! 

Shepherd  of  the  fold  of  God ! 

1  Blessed  fold  !  no  foe  can  enter ; 

And  no  friend  departeth  thence  ; 
Jesus  is  their  sun,  their  center, 

And  their  shield,  Omnipotence. 
Blessed  !  for  the  Lamb  shall  feed  them, 

All  their  tears  shall  wipe  away  ; 
To  the  living  fountains  lead  them, 

Till  fruition's  perfect  day. 

8  Lo !  it  comes,  that  day  of  wonder ; 

Louder  chorals  shake  the  skies ; 
Hades'  gates  are  burst  asunder : 

See  !  the  new-cloth ed  myriads  rise. 
Thought,  repress  thy  weak  endeavor ; 

Here  must  reason  prostrate  fall : 
O  th'  ineffable  forever, 

And  th'  fetemal  All  in  all  ! 

Josiah  Conder. 

8  42  7s,  8s,  6s. 

1  Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame  ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling' ring,  flying, 
O  the  paiu,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 
600 


THE  CLOSET. 

2  Hark!  they  -whisper  !  angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away  !" 

What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  seuses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  : 
TeD  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  ! 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes  !  my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring ! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings,  I  mount!  T  fly! 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory? 

O  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 

Alexander  Pope^ 


601 


SUPPLEMENT. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


843  CM.     D. 

1  I  HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

' '  Come  unto  me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  my  breast." 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was. 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad  ; 
I  found  in  him  a  resting-place, 

And  he  hath  made  me  glad. 

2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

' '  Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  lining  water ;  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live ! " 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  ; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived. 

And  now  I  live  in  him. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"I  am  this  dark  world's  Light ; 
Look  unto  me,  thy  morn  shall  rise 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright ! " 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk, 

Till  all  my  journey's  done. 

Horatius  Bonar. 
602 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

844 

1  There  were  ninety  and  nine  that  safely 

lay 

In  the  shelter  of  the  fold, 
But  one  was  out  on  the  hills  away, 

Far  off  from  the  gates  of  gold — 
Away  on  the  mountains  wild  and  bare, 
Away  from  the  tender  Shepherd's  care. 

2  "Lord,  thou  hast  here  thy  ninety  and 

nine; 
Are  they  not  enough  for  thee?" 
But  the  Shepherd  made  answer:  "This 
of  mine 
Has  wandered  away  from  me  ; 
And  although  the  road  be  rough  and  steep, 
I  go  to  the  desert  to  find  my  sheep. ' ' 

3  But  none  of  the  ransomed  ever  knew 

How  deep  were  the  waters  crossed  ; 
Nor  how  dark  was  the  night  that  the  Lord 
passed  through 

Ere  he  found  his  sheep  that  was  lost. 
Out  in  the  desert  he  heard  its  cry — 
Sick  and  helpless,  and  ready  to  die. 

4  "Lord,  whence  are  those  blood-drops  all 

the  way 

That  mark  out  the  mountain's  track?" 

"They  were  shed  for  one  who  had  gone 

astray 

Ere  the  Sheph  erd  could  bring  him  back. " 

"  Lord,  whence  are  thy  hands  so  rent  and 

torn?" 
"They  are  pierced  to-night  by  many  a 
thorn." 

603 


SUPPLEMENT. 

5  But  all  thro'  the  mountains,  thunder-riven, 
And  up  from  the  rocky  steep, 
There  rose  a  cry  to  the  gate  of  heaven, 
"Eejoice!  I  have  found  my  sheep !  " 
And  the  angels  echoed  around  the  throne, 
"  Eej  oice,  for  the  Lord  brings  ba ck  his  own ,' " 

Elizabeth  C.  Clej>hane. 

845 

1  Say,  where  is  thy  refuge,  my  brother, 

And  what  is  thy  prospect  to-day  ? 
Why  toil  for  the  wealth  that  ^^ill  perish. 

The  treasures  that  rust  and  decay  ? 
0  think  of  thy  soul,  that  forever 

Must  live  on  eternity's  shore, 
When  thou  in  the  dust  art  forgotten, 

When  pleasures  can  charm  thee  no  more. 

Eefrain, 
'TVill  profit  thee  nothing,  but  fearful  the 

cost, 
To  gain  the  whole  world,  if  thy  soul 

should  be  lost ! 

2  The  Master  is  calling  thee,  brother. 

In  tones  of  compassion  and  love. 
To  feel  that  sweet  rapture  of  pardon, 

And  lay  up  thy  treasure  above  : 
O  kneel  at  the  cross  where  he  suffered. 

To  ransom  thy  soul  from  the  grave ; 
The  arm  of  his  mercy  will  hold  thee. 

The  arm  that  is  mighty  to  save. 

3  The  summer  is  waning,  my  brother, 

Eepent,  ere  the  season  is  past : 
God's  goodness  to  thee  is  extended, 
As  long  as  the  day-beam  shall  last ; 
604 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Then  slight  not  the  warning  repeated 
With  all  the  bright  moments  that  roll, 

Nor  say,  when  the  harvest  is  ended, 
That  no  one  hath  cared  for  thy  soul. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby. 

846 

1  Jesus,  gracious  One,  calleth  now  to  thee, 

"Come,  O  sinner,  come!" 
Calls  so  tenderly,  calls  so  loviDgly, 

"  Now,  O  sinner,  come." 
"Words  of  peace  and  blessing, 
Christ's  own  love  confessing: 

Hear  the  sweet  voice  of  Jesus, 

Full,  full  of  love; 

Calling  tenderly,  calling  lovingly, 

"  Come,  O  sinner,  come." 

2  Still  he  waits  for  thee,  pleading  patiently, 

"Come,  O  come  to  me!" 
"Heavy-laden  one,  I  thy  grief  have  borne, 

Come  and  rest  in  me." 
Words  with  love  o'erflowing, 
Life  and  bliss  bestowing. 

3  Weary,  sin-sick  soul,  called  so  graciously, 

Canst  thou  dare  refuse  ? 
Mercy  offered  thee,  freely,  tenderly, 

Wilt  thon  still  abuse?' 
Come,  for  time  is  flying, 
Haste,  thy  lamp  is  dying.. 

Mrs.  S.  A.  Collins. 

847 

1  Aee  you  staying,  safely  staying 

In  the  tender  Shepherd's  x)eaceful  fold  ? 
No,  I'm  straying,  sadly  straying, 

On  the  lonely  mountains,  dark  and  cold. 
605 


SUPPLEMENT. 

On  yonr  ear  Ms  loving  tones  are  falling, 
For  he  seeks  yon,    wheresoe'er    yon 
roam. 
Hear  him  calling,  sweetly  calling. 
As  he  bids  his  wand'ring  sheep  come 
home. 

2  Are  yon  hearing,  gladly  hearing. 

How  he  bids  his  folded  flock  rejoice? 
No,  I'm  fearing,  sadly  feaiing, 

I  have  followed  far  the  stranger's  voice. 

3  Are  yon  roaming,  longer  roaming. 

In  the  cold,  dark  night  of  donbt  and  sin  ? 
No,  I'm  coming,  quickly  coming ! 
Open  door,  make  haste  to  let  me  in. 

Mary  B.  C.  Slade. 

848 

1  The  mistakes  of  my  life  have  been  many, 

But  the  sins  of  my  heart  have  been 
more  ; 
And  I  scarcely  can  see  for  my  weeping, 

But  I'll  knock  at  the  open  door. 
I  know  I  am  sinful  and  unworthy. 

And  now  I  feel  it  more  and  more. 
But  Jesus  in^'ites  me  to  come  in,  come  in ; 

I  will  enter  the  open  door. 

2  I  am  lowest  of  those  who  would  love  him ; 

I  am  weakest  of  those  who  would  pray  ; 
But  I  come  to  him  as  he  has  bidden. 
And  I  know  he'U  not  say  me  nay. 

3  My  mistakes  his  free  grace  now  will  cover, 

And  my  sins  he  will  wash  all  away ; 
And  the  feet  that  now  stumble  and  falter. 
Soon  may  enter  the  gate  of  day. 
606 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  The  mistakes  of  my  life  have  been  many, 
And  my  spirit  is  weary  Tvith  sin  ; 
Though  I  scarcely  can  see  for  my  weeping, 
Yet  the  Savionr  will  let  me  in. 

Crania  Locke  Bailey. 

349  L.  M.    6  1. 

1  My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name  : 
On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand  ; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

2  When  darkness  seems  to  veil  his  face, 
I  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace ; 

In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  veil : 
On  Christ,  the  solid  rock ,  I  stand ; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

3  His  oath,  his  covenant,  and  blood. 
Support  me  in  the  whelming  flood : 
When  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay  : 
On  Christ,  the  solid  rock.  I  stand, 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

Ed'ajard  Mot€. 


850 

1  LoBD,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 
Thou  art  scatt'ring  full  and  free, 
Showers,  the  thirsty  land  refreshing  ; 
Let  some  drops  now  fall  on  me. 
Even  me. 

607 


SUPPLEMENT. 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  gracions  Father, 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  bo  ; 
Thou  might' St  leave  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  thy  mercy  fall  on  me, 
Even  me. 

3  Pass  me  not,  O  tender  Saviour, 

Let  me  love  and  cling  to  thee ; 
I  am  longing  for  thy  favor : 
Whilst  thou'rt  calling,  O  call  me. 
Even  me. 

4  Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit, 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see ; 
Wituesser  of  Jesus'  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me. 
Even  me. 

5  Love  of  God,  so  pure  and  changeless ; 

Biood  of  Christ,  so  rich  and  free  ; 
Grace  of  God,  so  strong  and  boundless  ;~ 
Magnify  them  all  in  me, 
Even  me. 

6  Pass  me  not,  thy  lost  one  bringing. 

Bind  my  heart,  O  Lord,  to  thee ; 
While  the  streams  of  life  are  springing, 
Blessing  others,  O  bless  me, 
Even  me. 

Elizabeth  Ccdner, 


851 

1  I  NEED  thee  every  hour, 
Most  gracious  Lord ; 
No  tender  voice  like  thine 
Can  peace  aftbrd. 
608 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

I  need  thee,  O  I  need  thee; 

Every  hour  I  need  thee; 
O  bless  rae  now,  mv  Saviour! 

I  come  to  thee. 

2  I  need  thee  every  hour  ; 

Stay  thon  near  by  ; 
Temptations  lose  their  power 
When  thon  art  nigh. 

3  I  need  thee  every  hour, 

In  joy  or  pain ; 
Come  quickly  and  abide, 
Or  life  is  vain. 

4  I  need  thee  every  hour  ; 

Teach  me  thy  will ; 
And  thy  rich  promises 
In  me  fulfill. 

5  I  need  thee  every  hour, 

Most  Holy  One ; 
O  make  me  thine  indeed, 
Thou  blessed  Son. 

Annie  Sherwood  Hawks. 

852 

1  Pass  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour, 
Hear  my  humble  cry  ; 
"While  on  others  thou  art  calling, 
Do  not  pass  rae  by. 

Refraik. 
Sa\*iour.  Saviour, 

Hear  ray  humble  cry; 
While  on  others  thou  art  callings 

Do  not  pass  me  by. 

39  609 


SUPPLEMENT. 

2  Let  me  at  a  throne  of  mercy 

Find  a  sweet  relief ; 
Kneeling  there  in  deep  contrition, 
Help  my  unbelief. 

3  Trusting  only  in  thy  merit, 

Would  I  seek  thy  face ; 
Heal  my  wounded,  broken  spirit, 
Save  me  by  thy  grace. 

4  Thou  the  spring  of  all  my  comfort, 

More  than  life  to  me  ; 
Whom  have  I  on  earth  beside  thee? 
Whom  in  heaven  but  thee? 

Fanny  J.  Crosby, 


853 

1  There  is  a  gat«  that  stands  aisr, 

And  through  its  portals  gleaming, 
A  radiance  from  the  cross  alar, 
The  Saviour's  love  revealing, 

O  depth  of  mercy !  can  it  be 

That  gate  v^as  left  ajar  for  me  ? 

For  me,  for  me? 

Was  left  ajar  for  me? 

2  That  gate  ajar  stands  free  for  all 

Who  seek  through  it  salvation  ; 
The  rich  and  poor,  the  great  and  small, 
Of  every  tribe  and  nation. 

3  Press  onward  then,  though  foes  may  frown, 

While  mercy's  gate  is  open  ; 
Accept  the  cross,  and  win  the  crown, 
Love's  everlasting  token, 
610 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Beyond  the  rii-er'3  "brink  vre'll  lay 
The  cross  that  here  is  given, 
And  bear  the  crown  of  life  away, 
And  love  him  more  in  JiCaven. 

Lydia  Baxter. 

854  s.  M.    D. 

1  I  VTAS  a  Tvand'ring  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voic8, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  : 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep. 

The  Father  sought  his  child  ; 
He  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts,  wa^.te  and  wild  : 
He  found  me  nigh  to  death. 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone ; 
He  bound  me  with  the  hands  of  love, 

He  saved  the  wand'ring  one. 

3  Jesus  m.y  Shepherd  is ; 

'T was  he  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  he  that  washed  rae  in  his  blood, 

'Twas  he  that  made  me  whole  ; 
'Twas  he  that  sought  the  lost. 

That  found  the  wand'ring  sheep  ; 
'Twas  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold ; 

"Pis  he  that  still  doth  keep= 

4  No  more  a  wand'ring  sheep, 

I  love  to  be  controlled  ; 
I  love  my  tender  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  love  the  peaceful  fold : 
611 


SUPPLEMENT. 

No  more  a  wayward  child, 

I  seek  no  more  to  roam  ; 
I  love  my  heavenly  Father's  voice ; 

I  love,  I  love  his  home. 

Horatius  Bonar. 

855  S.  M.     D. 

1  "All  things  are  ready,"  come. 

Come  to  the  supper  spread  ; 
Come.rich  and  poor, come, old  and  yonng, 

Come,  and  be  richly  fed. 
"All  things  are  ready,"  come. 

The  invitation's  given. 
Through  him  who  now  in  glory  sits 

At  God's  right  hand  in  heaven. 

2  ' '  All  things  are  ready, ' '  come. 

The  door  is  open  wide ; 
O  feast  upon  the  love  of  God, 

For  Christ,  his  Son,  has  died. 
' '  All  things  are  ready,"  come, 

To-morrow  may  not  be ; 
O  sinner,  come,  the  Saviour  waits 

This  hour  to  welcome  thee. 

Albert  Midlane. 

856 

1  How  lost  was  my  condition 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  a  sin-sick  souL 

Eefrain. 
There's  a  balm  in  Gilead 

To  make  the  wounded  whole, 
There's  power  enough  in  Jesus 
To  cure  a  sin-sick  soul. 
612 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

Hi3  wondrous  power  to  save. 

3  The  woi-st  of  all  diseases 

Is  light  compared  with  sin ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 
But  rages  most  within. 

4  'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever. 

And  madness,  all  combined ; 
And  none  but  a  believer 
The  least  relief  can  find. 

5  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 

6  Come  then  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
'Tis  only  look  and  live. 

John  Newton. 

1  LoHD  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole; 
I  want  thee  forever  to  live  in  my  soul  ; 
Break  down  every  idol,  cast  out  every 

foe  ; 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 
snow. 

Eefraix. 
Whiter  than  snow,  yes,  whiter  than  snow; 
O  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 
enow. 

613 


SUPPLEMENT. 

2  Lord  Jesus,  look  down  from  thy  throne 

in  the  skies, 
And  help  me  to  make  a  complete  sacrifice; 
I  give  up  myself,  and  whatever  I  know : 

0  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 

snow. 

3  Lord  Jesus,  for  this  I  most  humbly  en- 

treat ; 

1  wait,  blessed  Lord,  at  thy  crucified  feet. 
By  faith,   for  my  cleansing,  I  see    thy 

blood  flow : 
O  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 
snow. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  thou  seest  I  patiently  wait : 
Come  now,  and  within  me  a  new  heart 

create ; 
To  those  who  have  sought  thee,    thou 

never  said'st  No : 
O  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 

snow. 

fames  Nicholson. 


858 

1  I  HEAE  thy  welcome  voice. 

That  calls  me,  Lord,  to  thee  : 
For  cleansing  in  thy  precious  blood, 
That  flowed  on  Calvaiy. 

Refrain. 
I  am  coming,  Lord! 

Coming  now  to  thee  ! 
Wash  me,  cleanse  me,  in  the  blood 
That  flowed  on  Calvary. 
614 


3IISCELLANE0US. 

2  Though  coming  weak  and  viie, 

Thou  dost  my  strength  assure ; 
Thou  dost  my  vileness  fully  cleanse, 
Till  spotless  all.  and  pure. 

3  'Tis  Jesus  calls  me  on 

To  perfect  faith  and  love, 
To  perfect  hope,  and  peace,  and  trast, 
For  earth  and  heaven  above. 

4  'Tis  Jesus  who  confirms, 

The  blessed  work  within. 
By  adding  grace,  to  welcomed  grace, 
Where  reigned  the  power  of  sin. 

5  And  he  the  witness  gives 

To  loyal  hearts  and  free, 
That  every  promise  is  fulfilled, 
If  faith  but  brings  the  plea. 

6  All  hail !  atoning  blood ! 

Ail  hail !  redeeming  grace  ! 
All  hail !  the  gift  of  Christ,  our  Lord. 
Our  strength  and  righteousness. 

Lewis  Hartsough. 

859 

1  I  WAS  once  far  away  from  the  Saviour, 

And  as  vile  as  a  siimer  could  be  ; 

I  wondered  if  Christ  the  Kedeemer, 

Could  save  a  poor  sinner  like  me. 

2  I  wandered  on  in  the  darkness, 

Not  a  ray  of  light  could  I  see, 
And  the  thought  filled  my  heart   with 
sadness, 
There's  no  hope  for  a  sinner  like  me. 
615 


SUPPLE5IENT. 

3  And  then,  in  that  dark,  lonely  hour, 

A  voice  whispered  sweetly  to  me, 
Saying,  Christ  the  Redeemer  has  power, 
To  save  a  poor  sinner  like  me. 

4  I  listened,  and  lo !  'twas  the  Saviour 

That  was  speaking  so  kindly  to  me ; 
I  cried,  I'm  the  chief  of  sinners, 

Thou  canst  save  a  poor  sinner  like  me. 

5  I  then  fully  trusted  in  Jesus, 

And  O  what  a  joy  came  to  me ; 
My  heart  was  filled  with  his  praises, 
For  saving  a  sinner  like  me. 

6  No  longer  in  darkness  I'm  walking. 

For  the  light  is  now  shining  on  me, 
And  now  unto  others  I'm  telling 
How  he  saved  a  poor  sinner  like  me. 

7  And  when  life's  journey  is  over, 

And  I  the  dear  Saviour  shall  see, 
I'll  praise  him  forever  and  ever. 
For  saving  a  sinner  like  me. 

Charles  J.  Butler, 

860 

1  Blessed  assurance,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 
O  what  a  foretaste  of  glory  divine ! 
Heir  of  salvation,  purchase  of  God, 
Born  of  his  Spirit,  washed  in  his  blood. 

Refrain. 
This  is  my  story,  this  is  my  song. 
Praising  my  Saviour  all  the  day  long. 

2  Perfect  submission,  perfect  delight. 
Visions  of  rapture  burst  on  my  sight. 
Angels  descending,  bring  from  above. 
Echoes  of  mercy,  whispers  of  love. 

616 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Perfect  submission,  all  is  at  rest, 
I  in  my  Saviour  am  happy  and  blest, 
Watching  and  waiting,  looking  above, 
Filled  with  his  goodness,  lost  in  his  love. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby. 

861 

1  He  leadeth  me  !  O  blessed  thought! 

O  words  with  heav'nly  comfort  fraught  I 

Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  be. 

Still  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me ! 

Kefsain. 
He  leadeth  me,  leadeth  me, 

He  leadeth  me; 
By  his  own  hand  he  leadeth  me. 

2  Sometimes,  mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes,  where  Eden's  bovrers  bloom- 
By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea — 
Still  'tis  his  hand  that  leadeth  me  ! 

3  Lord,  I  would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine  : — 
Content  whatever  lot  I  see, 

Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me  ! 

4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done. 
When,  by  thy  grace,  the  ^-ictoly's  -^ron. 
E'en  death's  cold  wave  I  will  not  fiee. 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me ! 

Joseph  Henry  Gih?iore, 

862 

1  Master,  the  tempest  is  raging  ! 
The  billows  are  tossing  high  ! 
The  sky  is  o'ershadowed  -with  blackness, 
No  shelter  or  help  is  nigh  ; 
617 


SUPPLEMEJfT. 

"  Carest  thou  not  that  we  perish?" 

How  canst  thou  lie  asleep, 
When  each  moment  so  madly  is  threat  - 
'ning 

A  grave  in  the  angry  deep  ? 

Refrain. 

"The winds  and  the  waves  shall  obey 

my  will, 
Peace,  be  still ! 
Whether  the  wrath  of  the  storm-tossed 

sea, 
Or  demons,  or  men,  or  whatever  it  be, 
No  water  can  swallow  the  ship  where  lies 
The  Master  of  ocean  and  earth  and  skies; 

They  all  shall  sweetly  obey  my  will ; 

Peace,  be  still!  Peace,  be  still!" 

2  Master,  with  anguish  of  spirit 

I  bow  in  my  gi^ef  to-day  ; 
The  depths  of  my  sad  heart  are  troubled ; 

O  waken  and  save,  I  pray  ! 
Torrents  of  sin  and  of  anguish 

Sweep  o'er  my  sinking  soul! 
And  I  perish  !  I  perish,  dear  Master; 


Master,  the  terror  is  over, 

The  elements  sweetly  rest ; 
Earth's  sun  in  the  calm  lake  is  mirrored, 

And  heaven's  within  my  breast : 
Linger,  0  blessed  Redeemer, 

Leave  me  alone  no  more  ; 
And  with  joy  I  shall  make  the  blest  harbor, 

And  rest  on  the  blissful  shore. 

Mary  A.  Baker. 

618 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

863 

1  Fade,  fi^de  each  earthly  joy, 

Jesus  is  mine  ; 
Break  every  tender  tie, 

J  esus  is  niiue  ; 
Dark  is  the  Avilderness, 

Earth  La^  no  resting-place, 
JesuB  alone  can  bless, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

2  Tempt  not  my  soul  away, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Here  vrould  I  ever  stay, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Perishing  things  of  clay, 
Born  hut  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 

Jesns  is  mine : 
Lost  in  this  dawning  brf^ht, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried 
Left  but  a  dismal  void; 
Jesus  has  satisfied ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

4  Farewell,  mortality, 

Jesus  is  mine  : 
Vrelcome,  eternity, 

Jesus  is  mine : 
Vv^'elcome,  O  loved  and  blest. 
Welcome,  sweet  scenes  of  rest, 
"Welcome  my  Saviour's  breast ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

Jane  Catherine  Bonar. 

619 


SUPPLEMENT. 

864 

1  I  AM  coming  to  the  cross ; 

I  am  poor,  and  weak,  acd  blind  ; 
I  am  coiinttag  all  but  dross, 
I  shall  full  salvation  iind. 

Eefeain. 

I  am  trusting,  Lord,  in  thee, 
Blest  Lamb  of  Calvary^ ; 
Humbly  at  thy  cross  I  bow, 
Save  me,  Jesus,  save  me  now. 

2  Long  my  heart  has  sighed  for  thee, 

Long  has  evil  reigned  within  ; 
Jesus  sweetly  speaks  to  me, — 
"  I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin." 

3  Here  I  give  my  all  to  thee, 

Friends,  and  time,  and  earthly  store  i 
Soul  and  body  thine  to  be, — 
Wholly  thine  for  evermore. 

4  In  thy  promises  I  trust, 

Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied, 
I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust, 
I  with  Christ  am  crucified. 

6  Jesus  comes  !  he  fills  my  soul ! 
Perfected  in  him  I  am  ; 
I  am  every  whit  made  whole  : 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb. 


William  McDonald. 


865 

1  In  some  way  or  other 
The  Lord  will  provide; 
It  may  not  be  my  way, 
620 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

It  may  not  be  thy  Tray, 
And  yet ,  in  hia  own  way, 
"The  Lord  will  iiro\'ide." 

2  At  some  time  or  other 
The  liOrd  will  pro^nde; 
It  may  not  be  my  time, 
It  may  not  be  thy  time, 
And  yet,  in  Ai-s  own  time, 
"The  Lord  will  provide." 

3  Despond  then  no  longer : 
The  Lord  will  provide; 
And  this  be  the  token — 
No  word  he  hath  spoken 
Was  ever  yet  broken, — 

* '  The  Lord  will  provide." 

4  March  on,  then,  right  boldly; 
The  sea  shall  divide  ; 

The  pathway  made  glorious, 
With  shoutings  victorious, 
We'll  join  in  the  chorus, 
"The  Lord  will  provide." 

Mrs.  M.  A.  W.  Cooke, 

866 

1  Jesus,  keep  me  near  the  cross; 
There  a  precious  fountain, 
Free  to  all,  a  healing  stream, 
Flows  from  Calvary's  mountain. 

Refeain. 

In  the  cross,  in  the  cross. 

Be  my  glory  ever ; 
Till  my  raptured  soul  shall  find 

Rest  beyond  the  river. 
621 


SUPPLEME^•T. 

2  Near  the  cross,  a  trsm])ling  soul, 

Love  and  mercy  found  me  ; 
There  the  bright  and  morning  star 
Shed  its  beams  around  me. 

3  Near  the  cross !  O  Lamb  of  God, 

Bring  its  scenes  before  me ; 

Help  me  walk  from  day  to  day, 

With  its  shadows  o'er  me. 

4  Near  the  cross  I'll  watch  and  wait. 

Hoping,  trusting  ever, 
Till  I  reach  the  golden  strand, 
Just  beyond  the  river. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby. 

867 

1  O  SOMETIMES  the  shadows  are  ^a^r). 

And  rough  seems  the  path  to  the  ^oal. 
And  sorrows,  sometimes  how  they  sweep 
Like  tempests  down  over  the  soul. 

Refrain. 

O  then  to  the  Rock  let  me  fly, 
To  the  liock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

2  0  sometimes  how  long  seems  the  day, 

And  sometimes  how  weary  my  feet ; 
But  toiling  in  life's  dusty  way. 

The  Rock's  blessed  shadow,  how  sweet ! 

3  O  near  to  the  Rock  let  me  keep, 

If  blessings  or  sorrows  prevail ; 
Or  climbing  the  mountain  way  steep. 
Or  walking  the  shadowy  vale. 

E.  Johnson. 

622 


jnsCELLANEOrS. 

868 

1  Sweetly,  Lord,  have  we  heard  thee  call- 

Come.  folloTv  me ! 
And  we  see  where  thy  footprints  falling., 
Lead  us  to  thee. 

Refrain. 

Footprints  of  Jesns,  that  make  the  path- 
way glow ; 

We  will  follow  the  steps  of  J  esus  where'er 
they  go. 

2  Thongh  they   lead    o'er  the    cold,  dark 

Seeking  his  sheep ;  [mountains. 

Or  along  by  Siloam's  fountains. 
Helping  the  weak. 

3  If  they  lead  through  the  temple  holy, 

Preaching  the  word; 
Or  in  homes  of  the  poor  and  lowly, 
Serving  the  Lord. 

4  Though,  dear  Lord,  in  thy  pathway  keep- 

Yv^e  follow  thee;  [iiig. 

Through  the  gloom  of  that  place  of  weeping, 
Gethsemane ! 

5  If  thy  way  and  its  sorro'^vs  bearing, 

"We  go  again, 
Up  the  slope  of  the  hiil-side,  bearing 
Our  cross  of  pain. 

6  By  and  by,  through  the  shining  portals, 

Turning  our  feet, 
We  shall  walk  with  the  glad  immortals, 
Heaven's  golden  streets. 
6^3 


SUPPLEMENT. 

7  Then  at  last,  when  on  high  he  sees  us, 
Our  journey  done, 
We  will  rest  where  the  steps  of  Jesns 
End  at  his  throne. 

Mary  B.  C.  Slade. 


869 

1  We  praise  thee,  O  God  !  for  the  Son  of  thy 
love, 
For  Jesus  who  died,  and  is  now   gone 
above. 

Eefrain. 
Hallelujah !  thine  the  glory, 

Hallelujah!  Amen. 
Hallelujah  !  thine  the  glory, 
Kevive  us  again. 

2  We  praise  thee,  O  God  !  for  thy  Spirit  of 

light, 
Who  has  sho^Ti    us    our    Saviour,  and 
scattered  our  night. 

3  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb  that 

was  slain, 
Who  has  borne  all  our  sins,  and  hath 
cleansed  every  stain. 

4  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  God  of  all 

grace, 
Who  has  bought  us ;  and  sought  us,  and 
guided  our  ways. 

5  Revive  us  again ;  fill  each  heart  with  thy 

love ; 
May  each  soul  be  rekindled   with  fire 
from  above. 

William  Paiott  Mackay. 

624 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

870 

1  Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 

Hastened  at  the  early  dawn, 
Spice  she  brought,  and  sweet  perfume, 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone. 
For  awhile  she  ling' ring  stood, 

Filled  with  sorrow  and  surprise, 
Trembling,  while  a  crj-stal  flood 

Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

2  But  her  sorrows  quickly  lied 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice  ; 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead, 

Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice  ; 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ! 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 

John  Newton, 

871 

1  What  wondrous  love  is  this  ! 

O  my  soul ! 
That  caused  the  Lord  of  bliss, 
To  send  this  precious  peace 

To  my  soul. 

2  When  I  was  sinking  down, 

Sinking  down, 
Beneath  God's  righteous  frown, 
Christ  laid  aside  his  crown, 

For  my  soul. 

3  Ye  winged  seraphs  fly, 

Bear  the  news : 
Like  comets  through  the  sky, 
Fill  vast  eternity 
With  the  news. 
40  G2o 


SUPPLEMENT. 

4  Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King, 

Join  the  praise : 
With  hearts  and  voices  sing, 
And  strike  each  tuneful  string, 

In  his  praise. 

5  To  God,  and  to  the  Lamb, 

I  will  sing, 
Who  is  the  great  I  AM, 
While  millions  join  the  theme, 

I  will  sing. 

6  And  Trhen  from  death  I'm  free, 

I'll  sing  on  : 
I'll  sing  and  joyful  be, 
And  through  eternity, 

I'll  sing  on. 

Author  Unknown. 

872 

1  Thou  my  everlasting  portion, 

More  than  Mend  or  life  to  me, 
All  along  my  pilgrim  journey. 
Saviour,  let  me  walk  with  thee. 

Refraix. 

Close  to  thee,  close  to  thee, 
Close  to  thee,  close  to  thee  ; 
All  along  my  pilgrim  journey, 
Saviour,  let  me  walk  with  thee. 

2  Not  for  ease  or  worldly  pleasure. 

Nor  for  fame  my  prayer  shall  be ; 
Gladly  will  I  toil  and  suffer. 
Only  let  me  walk  with  thee. 
626 


miscellaneous. 
Eefeain. 

Close  to  thee,  close  to  thee, 

Close  to  thee,  close  to  thee  ; 
Gladly  will  I  toil  and  suffer. 
Only  let  me  walk  with  thee. 

3  Lead  me  through  the  vale  of  shadows, 
Bear  me  o'er  life's  fitful  sea  ; 
Then  the  gate  of  life  eternal, 
May  I  enter,  Lord,  with  thee. 

Refeain. 

Close  tc  thee,  close  to  thee, 
Close  to  thee,  close  to  thee; 

Then  the  gate  of  life  eternal. 
May  I  enter.  Lord,  with  thee, 

Fanny  J,  Crosby. 

873 

1  I  A3I  thine,   O  Lord ;  I  have  heard  thy 
voice, 
And  it  told  thy  love  to  me  ; 
But  I  long  to  rise  in  the  arms  of  faith, 
And  be  closer  drawn  to  thee. 

Refrain. 

Draw  me  nearer,  nearer,  blessed  Lord, 
To  the  cross  where  thon  hast  died  ; 

Draw  me  nearer,  nearer,  nearer,  blessed 
Lord 
To  thy  precious,  bleeding  side. 

Consecrate  me  now  to  thy  service.  Lord, 
By  the  power  of  grace  divine  : 

Let  my  soul  look  up  with  a  steadfast  hope, 
And  my  will  be  lost  in  thine. 
627 


SUPPLEMENT. 

3  O  the  pure  delight  of  a  single  hour 

That  before  thy  throne  I  spend, 
When  I  kneel  in  prayer,  and  with  thee, 
my  God, 
I  commune  as  friend  with  friend. 

4  There  are  depths  of  love  that  I  can  not 

know 
Till  I  cross  the  narrow  sea ; 
There  are  heights  of  joy  that  I  may  not 

reach 
Till  I  rest  in  peace  with  thee. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby. 

1  What  a  Friend  we  have  in  Jesns, 

All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear! 
What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Every  thing  to  God  in  prayer ! 
O  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 

O  what  needless  pain  we  bear — 
All  because  we  do  not  carry 

Every  thing  to  God  in  prayer. 

2  Have  we  trials  and  temptations? 

Is  there  trouble  anywhere? 
We  should  never  be  discouraged, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Can  we  find  a  friend  so  faithful, 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

3  Are  we  weak  and  hea^-y  laden, 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care? 
Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge, — 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
623 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer  ; 
In  bis  arms  he'll  take  and  sliield  thee. 

Thou  wilt  tind  a  solace  there. 

Joseph  Scriz'e». 


875 

1  I  LOVE  to  tell  the  story 

Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love  ! 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

Because  I  know  'tis  true; 
It  satisfies  my  longings, 

As  nothing  else  can  do. 

Refrain. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story  ! 

'Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory ;, 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  stcry  ! 

More  wonderful  it  seems, 
Than  all  the  golden  fancies 

Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 
I  love  to  teU  the  storj* ! 

It  did  so  much  for  me ! 
*  And  that  is  just  the  reason, 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  storj^ ! 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repent 
"What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it, 
More  wonderfully  sweet. 
629"^ 


SUPPLEMENT. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation 

From  God's  own  holy  Word. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story ! 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hmigering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it,  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  new,  new  song, 
'Twill  be — the  old,  old  story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long. 

Kate  Hankey. 


876 

1  Take  the  name  of  Jesus  with  yon, 

Child  of  sorrow  and  of  woe  ; 
It  will  joy  and  comfort  give  you, 
Take  it  then  where'er  you  go. 

Refrain. 

Precious  name,  O  how  sweet ! 

Hope  of  earth  and  joy  of  heaven; 
Precious  name,  O  how  sweet  I 

Hope  of  earth  and  joy  of  heaven. 

2  Take  the  name  of  Jesus  ever, 

As  a  shield  from  every  snare  ;    ^ 
If  temptations  round  you  gather. 
Breathe  that  holy  name  in  prayer. 

3  O  the  precious  name  of  Jesus ! 

How  it  thrills  our  souls  with  joy. 
When  his  lo\ing  arras  receive  us, 
And  his  songs  our  tongues  employ ! 
630 


mSCELLANEOUS. 

4  At  the  name  of  Jesas  bowing, 
Falling  prostrate  at  his  feet, 
King  of  kings  in  heaven  we'll  crown  him, 
When  our  journey  is  complete. 

Lydia  Baxter. 

1  By  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying 

On  the  tree,  on  the  tree; 
To  every  nation  he  is  crying, 

Look  to  me.  look  to  me. 
He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near, 
Eepent,  believe,  dismiss  their  fear  ; 
Hark,  hark,  what  precious  words  I  hear : 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

2  Jesns,  the  Lord  of  life,  hath  spoken 

Peace  to  me,  peace  to  me  ; 
Now  all  my  chains  of  sin  are  broken, 

I  am  free,  I  am  free  : 
Soon  as  I  in  his  name  believed, 
His  pard'ning  grace  my  soul  received, 
And  was  from  sin  and  death  retrieved : 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

3  This  precious  truth,  ye  sinners  hear  it, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free  ; 
Ye  ministers  of  God  declare  it, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free  : 
Visit  the  heathen's  dark  abode, 
Proclaim  to  all  the  love  of  Grod, 
And  spread  the  glorious  news  abroad, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

4  Long;  as  I  live  I'll  still  be  crying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free, 
And  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
631 


SUPPLEMENT. 

And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  passed, 
When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I'll  sing,  while  endless  ages  last, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

Richard  Jukes. 

878 

1  Saviour,  more  than  life  to  me, 

I  am  clinging,  clinging  close  to  thee: 
Let  thy  precious  blood  applied, 
Keep  me  ever,  ever  near  thy  side. 
Refrain. 
Every  day,  every  hour, 
Let  me  feel  thy  cleansing  power: 
May  thy  tender  love  to  me 
Bind  me  closer,  closer,  Lord  to  thee. 

2  Through  this  changing  world  below, 
Lead  me  gently,  gently  as  I  go ; 
Trusting  thee,  I  cannot  stray, 

I  can  never,  never  lose  my  way. 

3  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more. 
Till  this  fleeting,  fleeting  life  is  o'er ; 
Till  my  soul  is  lost  in  love, 

In  a  brighter,  brighter  world  above. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby. 

879  lis. 

1  My  home  is  in  heaven,   my  rest  is  not 
here, 
Then  why  should  I  murmur  when  trials 

appear? 
Be  hushed,  my  dark  spirit,  the  worst  that 

can  come. 
But  shortens  thy  journey,  and   hastens 
thee  home. 

632 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ; 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  heaven,  my 
home. 

2  It  is  not  for  me  to  be  seeking  my  bliss, 
And  building  my  hopes  in  a  region  like 

this; 
I  look  for  a  city  which  hands  have  not 

piled ; 
I  pant  for  a  country  by  sin  un defiled. 

3  The  thorn  and  the  thistle  around  me  may 

grow, 
I  would  not  recline  upon  roses  below  ; 
I  ask  not  my  portion,  I  seek  not  my  rest, 
Till  I  find  them  forever  on  Jesus' s  breast. 

4  Afflictions  may  try  me — they  cannot  de- 

stroy ; 
One  vision  of  home  turns  them  all  into 

joy; 

And   the  bitterest  tears  that  flow  from 

mine  eyes 
But  sweeten  my  hope  of  that  home  in  the 

skies. 

5  Let  trouble  and  danger  my  progress  op- 

pose, 
They  can  ouly  make  heaven  more  bright 

at  the  close  ; 
Come  joy,  or  come  sorrow,  whate'er  may 

befall, 
One  moment  in  glory  will  make  up  for 

aU. 

Author  Unknown. 

633 


SUPPLEMENT. 

880 

1  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly  ! 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

Eefeain. 
For  O  we  staud  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over, 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 

We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  distant  home  discerning ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing  ; 

That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest, 

Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 

4  Let  soiTow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever, 
Our  King  says,  "Come,"  and  there's  our 
home. 
Forever,  O  forever! 

David  Nelson. 


881  7s&6s, 

1  O  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 
634 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier ; 

My  Captain's  gone  befor^ 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bids  me  not  give  o'er ; 
And,  if  I  bold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give  ; 
And  all  bis  valiant  soldiers 

Shall  ever  with  him  live. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die  ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu  : 
Then.  O  my  friends,  prove  faithftd, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  Whene'er  you  meet  vrith  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way, 
O  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray  : 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith  and  hope  and  love ; 
And  when  the  combat's  ended, 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

JoJui  Leland. 

882 

1  We  speak  of  the  land  of  the  blest, 
A  country  so  bright  and  so  fair, 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed, 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there? 
Eefrain, 
To  be  there,  to  be  there, 
O  what  must  it  be  to  be  there? 
To  be  there,  to  be  there, 
O  what  must  it  be  to  be  there? 
635 


SUPPLEMENT. 

2  We  speak  of  its  pathways  of  gold, 

Its  walls  decked  with  jewels  so  rare, 
Its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold, 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there? 

3  We  speak  of  its  peace  and  its  love, 

Tlie  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 
The  songs  of  the  blessed  above, 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

4  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 

From  sorrow,  temptation  and  care, 
From  trials  without  and  within, 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there? 

5  Do  thou.  Lord,  midst  pleasure  or  woe. 

For  heaven  our  spirits  prepare, 
Then  sliortly  we  also  shall  know. 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there ! 

Elizabeth  Mills, 

883 

1  We'ee  trav'ling  home  to  heaven  above, 

Will  you  go  ? 

To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 

Will  you  go? 
Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road, 

Will  you  go? 

2  We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

Will  you  go? 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name, 

Will  you  go  ? 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conq'ror's  palms  our  handsshall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share. 

Will  you  go  ? 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  We're  going  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 

Will  you  go? 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre, 

Yfill  you  go? 
There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  King, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 

Will  you  go  ? 

4  Ye  weary,  heavy-laden,  come, 

"Will  you  go? 
In  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room, 

Will  you  go? 
The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive, 
II"  thou  wilt  on  him  now  believe, 
Thy  troubled  conscience  he'll  relieve, 
Come,  believe. 

5  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain, 

^  Will  you  go  ? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again. 

Will  you  go? 
The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me, 
And  thou  slialt  my  salvation  see, 
Come  to  me." 

6  O  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 

''I  will  go, 
I'll  start  this  moment  on  my  way. 

Let  me  go ! 
My  old  companions,  fare  you  well, 
I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell, 
With  Jesus  Christ  I  mean  to  dwell. 

Let  me  go !  fare  you  well ! ' ' 

Riehard  Jukes. 

637 


SUPPLEMENT. 

884 

1  I  AM  far  frae  my  hame,  an'  I'm  weary 

aftenwhiles. 
For  the  langed  for  liame-bringing,  an'  ray 

Father's  welcome  smiles ; 
I'll  ne'er  be  fa'  content,  until  my  een  do 

see 
The  gowden  gates  of  heav'n  an'  my  ain 

countrie. 
The  earth  is  fleck' d  wi'  flowers,  mony 

tinted  fresh  and  gay  ; 
Thebirdies  warble  blithely,  for  my  Father 

made  them  sae ; 
But  these  sights  an'  these  soun's  will  as 

naething  be  to  me. 
When  I'hear  the  angels  singing  in  my  ain 

countrie. 


2  I've  his  gude  word  of  promise,  that  some 

gladsome  day  the  King, 
To  bis  ain  royal  palace  his  banished  hame 

will  bring ; 
Wi'  een,  an'  wi'  hearts  running  owre  we 

shall  see 
The  King  in  his  beauty,  in  our  ain  coim- 

trie. 
My  sins  hae  been  mony,  and  my  sorrows 

hae  been  sair. 
But  there  they'll  never  vex  me,  nor  be 

remembered  mair ; 
For  his  bluid  hath  made  me  white,  and 

his  hand  shall  dry  mine  e'e, 
When  he  brings  me  hame  at  last  to  my 

aid  countrie. 

638 


MISCELLANEOrS. 

3  Like  a  bairn  to  its  mitlier,  a  \vee  birdie 

to  its  nest, 
I  wad  fain  be  ganging  noo  unto    my 

Saviour's  breast, 
For  he  gathers  in  his    bosom    witless, 

worthless  lambs  like  me. 
An'  he  carries  them  himsel',  to  his  ain 

countrie. 
He's  faithfu'  that  hath  promised,  he'll 

surely  come  again, 
He'll  keep  his  trj^st  wi'  me,  at  what  hour 

I  dinna  ken ; 
But  he  bids  me  still  to  wait,   an'  ready 

aye  to  be. 
To  gang  at  ony  moment  to  my  ain  coun- 
trie. 


4  So  I'm  watching  aye,  and  singing  o'my 

hame  as  I  wait, 
For  the  soun'ing  o'  his  footfa'   this  side 

the  gowden  gate, 
God  gie  his  grace  to  ilk  ane  wha  listens 

noo  to  me. 
That  we  may  a'gang  in  gladness  to  our 

ain  countrie. 
I  am  far  frae  my  hame,  an'   I'm  weary 

aftenwhiles, 
For  the  langed  for  hame-bringing,  an'  my 

Father's  welcome  smiles; 
I'll  ne'er  be  fu'  content,  until  my  een  do 

see 
The  gowden  gates  of  heaven,  an'  my  ain 

countrie. 

Mary  Lee  Demarest. 

639 


SUPPLEMENT. 

885 

1  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
Together  let  us  sweetly  die, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

Refrain. 

0  Canaan,  bright  Canaan, 

1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 

0  Canaan,  it  is  my  happy  home, 

1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

2  If  you  get  there  before  I  do, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 

Then  praise  the  Lord,  I'm  coming  too, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

3  Part  of  my  friends  the  prize  have  won^ 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
And  I'm  resolved  to  follow  on, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

4  Then  come  with  me,  beloved  friend, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
The  joys  of  heaven  shall  never  end, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

5  Our  songs  of  praise  shall  fill  the  skies, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
While  higher  still  our  joys  shall  rise, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

John  Newland  Maffit. 

886 

1  Only  waiting,  till  the  shadows 
Are  a  little  longer  grown  ; 
Only  waiting,  till  the  glimmer 
Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  flown  ; 
640 


MTSCELLANSOUS. 

Till  the  light  of  earth  is  faded 
From  the  heart  once  fall  of  day ; 

Till  the  stars  of  heaven  are  breaking 
Through  the  twilight  soft  and  gray. 

2  Only  vraiting,  till  the  reapers 

Have  the  last  sheaf  gathered  home ; 
For  the  summer-time  is  faded, 

And  the  autumn  winds  have  come. 
Quickly,  reapers,  gather  quickly 

These  last  ripe  hours  of  my  heart, 
For  the  bloom  of  life  is  vrithered, 

And  I  hasten  to  depart. 

3  Only  waiting,  till  the  shadows 

Are  a  little  longer  grown ; 
Only  waiting,  till  the  glimmer 

Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  flown. 
Then,  from  out  the  gathered  darkness 

Hoi}',  deathless  stars  shall  rise. 
By  whose  light  my  soul  shall  gladly 

Tread  its  pathway  to  the  skies. 

Frances  Laugkion  Mace. 

887 

1  "When  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Eound  us  forever? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes, 

Never — no,  never ! 

2  When  shall  love  freely  flow 

Pure  as  life's  river? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 
Changeless  fcrerer? 
41       "  641 


SUPPLEMENT. 

Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 
Never — no,  never! 

Up  to  that  world  of  light 
Take  us,  dear  Sa^dour ; 
May  we  ail  there  unite, 

Happy  forever ; 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 
Never— no,  never ! 


4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ; 
Soon  shall  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever ; 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes ; 
Our  songs  of  pmise  shall  close 

Never — no,  never ! 

Alaric  Alexander  Waits  & 
Samuel  Francis  Smith. 

888 

1  Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  we  move, 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above ; 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  we  come, 
"  Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home ; " 
Soon  with  our  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  we  go: 
Pilgrims  and  strangei-s,  no  more  shall  we 

roam, 
Joyfullv,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 
642 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Friends,  fondly   cherished,  have  passed 

on  before, 
Waiting,  they  "watch  us  approaching  the 

shore ; 
Singing   to    cheer    us    through    death's 

chilling  gloom, 
"Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home." 
Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  the  ear. 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  Toices  vre  hear  ; 
Eings  -with  the  harmony  heaven's  high 

dome, — 
"Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home." 

3  Death  with   his  weapon  may  soon  lay 

us  low, 
Safe  in   our   Saviour,  we   fear   not   the 

blow ; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb, 
Joyfally,  joyfully  will  we  go  home  : 
Bright  will  the  mom  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  conquered,  his  scepter  be 

gone; 
Over  the  plains   of  blest    Canaan   we'll 

roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  with  Christ  at  home. 

William  Hunter. 

889 

1  Beyond  the  smiling  and  the  weeping, 
I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  waking  and  the  sleeping, 
Beyond  the  sowing  and  the  reaping; 
I  shall  be  soon. 
Refrain. 

Love,  rest,  and  home! 
Sweet,  sweet  home! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 
643 


SUPPLEMENT. 

2  Beyond  the  blooming  and  the  fading, 

I  shall  be  soon ; 
Beyond  the  shining  and  the  shading, 
Beyond  the  hoping  and  the  dreading, 

I  shall  be  soon. 

3  Beyond  the  parting  and  the  meeting, 

I  shall  be  soon ; 
Beyond  the  farewell  and  the  greeting, 
Beyond  the  pulse's  fever  beating, 

I  shall  be  soon. 

4  Beyond  the  frost-chain  and  the  fever, 

I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  rock-waste  and  the  river. 
Beyond  the  ever  and  the  never, 

I  shall  be  soon. 

Horatius  Bonar. 

890 

1  Up  to  the  bountiful  Giver  of  life,— 

Gathering  home  !  gathering  home ! 
Up  to  the  dwelling  where  cometh  no 
strife, 
The  dear  ones  are  gathering  home. 

Refrain. 

Gathering  home !  Gathering  home  ! 
Never  to  sorrow  more,  never  to  roam. 
Gathering  home !  Gathering  home ! 
God's  children  are  gathering  home. 

2  Up  to  the  city  where  falleth  no  night, — 

Gathering  home !  gathering  home! 
Up  where  the  Saviour's  own  face  is  the 
light, 
The  dear  ones  are  gathering  home. 
644 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Up  to  the  beantiful  mansions  above, — 
Gathering  home  !  gathering  home! 
Safe  in  the  arms  of  his  infinite  love. 
The  dear  ones  are  gathering  home. 

Mariana  B.  Slade. 

891 

1  Haek  !  a  voice  from  Eden  stealing, 

Such  as  but  to  angels  known, 
Hope  its  song  of  cheer  is  singing, 
'•  It  is  better  further  on." 

Refrain. 
It  is  better  further  on, 
It  is  better  further  on, 
It  is  better  further  on, 
It  is  better  further  on. 

2  Hope  is  singing,  still  is  singing, 

Softly  in  an  under -tone  ; 
Singing  as  if  God  had  taught  it, 
"  It  IS  better  further  on. ' ' 

3  Night  and  day  it  sings  the  same  song, 

Sings  it  when  I  sit  alone  ; 
Sings  it  so  the  heart  may  hear  it, 
'  '"it  is  better  further  on. ' ' 

4  On  the  grave  it  sits  and  sings  it. 

Sings  it  when  the  heart  would  groan ; 
Sings  it  when  the  shadows  darken. 
"  It  is  better  further  on. " 

5  Further  on !  O  how  much  further? 

Count  the  mile-stones  one  by  one ; 
No  !  no  counting,  only  trusting. 
"It  is  better  further  on." 

James  Nicholson, 

645 


SUPPLEMENT. 

892 

1  Abound  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 

Thousands  of  children  stand — 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

A  holy,  happy  band, 
Singing,  "Glory,  glory,  glory  be  to 

God  on  high." 

2  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above; 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
"Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love? 
How  came  those  children  there. 
Singing,  Glory,  etc. 

3  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin  : 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean, 
Singing,  Glory,  etc. 

4  On  earth  they  sought  the  Sa%dour's  grace, 

On  earth  they  loved  his  name  ; 
So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face. 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 
Singing,  Glory,  etc. 

Anne  Shepherd  Houlditch. 

893  7s. 

1  'Tis  religion  that  can  give 
Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live, 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 

Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 

2  After  death  its  joys  shall  be 
Lasting  as  eternity ; 

Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 

Mary  Masters. 

646 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

894 

1  My  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast, 

My  race  is  nearly  run ; 
My  strongest  trials  now  are  past, 
My  triumph  is  begun. 

ReFPwAIN. 

O  come,  angel  band,  come  and  around 

me  stand, 
O  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings 
To  my  immortal  home, 

0  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings 
To  my  immortal  home, 

2  I  know  I'm  nearing  the  holy  ranks 

Of  friends  and  kindred  dear, 
Vor  I  brush  the  dews  on  Jordan's  banks, 
The  crossing  must  be  near. 

3  I've  almost  gained  my  heavenly  home, 

My  spirit  loudly  sings  ; 
The  holy  ones,  behold,  they  come  ! 

1  hear  the  noise  of  wings. 

4  O  bear  my  longing  heart  to  him 

Who  bled  and  died  for  me  ; 
Whose  blood  now  cleanses  from  all  sin. 
And  gives  me  victory. 

Jefferson  Hascall. 

895 

1  My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair ; 
Nor  pain,  nor  death  can  enter  there : 
Its  glitt'riiig  tovrers  the  sun  outshine; 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine. 
647 


SUPPLEMENT. 

Refrain. 
I'm  going  home,  I'm  going  home, 
I'm  going  home  to  die  no  more, 
To  die  uo  more,  to  die  no  more, 
I'm  going  home  to  die  no  more. 

2  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high  ; 
Far,  far  above  the  starry  sky  ; 
When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 

3  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 

Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erflow, 

Be  mine  a  happier  lot,  to  own 

A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 

4  Then  fail  this  earth,  let  stars  decline. 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine. 
All  nature  sink  and  cease  to  be, 
That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me. 

William  Hunter. 

896 

1  These' s  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day, 

And  by  faith  we  can  see  it  afar ; 
For  the  Father  waits  over  the  way, 
To  prepare  us  a  dwelling-place  there. 

Befrain. 
In  the  sweet  by  and  by, 
We  shall  meet  on  that  beautifal  shore, 
In  the  sweet  by  and  by, 
We  shall  meet  on  that  beautifal  shore. 

2  We  shall  sing  on  that  beautiful  shore 

The  melodious  songs  of  the  blest, 

And  our  spirits  shall  sorrow  no  more. 

Not  a  sigh  for  the  blessing  of  rest. 

648 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  To  our  bountiful  Father  above, 

We  will  offer  our  tribute  of  praise, 
For  the  glorious  gift  of  his  love. 

And  the  blessings  that  hallovy  our  days. 

.S".  Fillmore  Bennett. 

897 

1  I  WILL  sing  you  a  song  of  that  beautiful 

land, 
The  far  away  home  of  the  soul, 
Where  no  storms  ever  beat  on  the  glitter- 
ing strand, 
While  the  years  of  eternity  roll, 
While  the  years  of  eternity  roll ; 

Where  no  storms  ever  beat  on  the  glit- 
tering strand. 
While  the  years  of  eternity  roll. 

2  O  that  home  of  the  soul,    in  my  visions 

and  dreams 
Its  bright,  jasper  walls  I  can  see  ; 
Till  I  fancy  but  thinly  the  vail  intervenes 
Between  the  fair  city  and  me. 

3  That  unchangeable  home  is  for  you  and 

for  me, 
Where  Jesus  of  Nazareth  stands  ; 
The  King  of  all  kingdoms  forever,  is  he, 
And  he  holdeth  our  crowns  in  his  hands. 

4  O  how  sweet  it  will  be  in  that  beautiful 

laud, 
So  free  from  all  sorrow  and  pain, 
With  songs  on  our  lips  and  with  harps  in 

our  hands 
To  meet  one  another  again  ! 

Ellen,  Huntingtofi  Gates. 

649 


SUPPLEMENT. 

898 

1  I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger ; 

I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night  ! 

Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 

To  where  the  streamlets  are  ever  flowing. 

Kefrain. 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger  ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night ! 

2  Of  that  city,  to  which  I  journey  , 

My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  the  light; 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  tears  there,  nor  any  dying. 

3  There  the  sunbeams  are  ever  shining, 

O,  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is 

there; 
Here  in  this  country,  so  dark  and  dreary, 
I  long  have  wandered  forlorn  and  weary. 

Ma7y  Palmer  Dana. 

899 

1  Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 
Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 
Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 

Refrain. 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 

Forever,  evermore! 

2  By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you. 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 

Where  parting  is  no  more. 
650 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever, 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever, 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

Author  Unkitoivn. 

900 

1  I  SAW  a  wayworn  trav'ler 

In  tattered  garments  clad, 
And,  struggling  up  the  mountain, 

It  seemed  that  he  was  sad : 
His  back  vras  laden  heavy. 

His  strength  was  almost  gone, 
Yet  he  shouted  as  he  journeyed, 

' '  Deliverance  vrill  come. ' ' 

Kefeaix. 
Then  palms  of  victory,  crowns  of  glory, 
Palms  of  victory  I  shall  wear. 

2  The  summer  sun  was  shining, 

The  sweat  was  on  his  brow, 
His  garments  worn  and  dusty, 

His  step  seemed  very  slow  : 
But  he  kejjt  pressing  onward 

For  he  was  wending  home  ; 
Still  shouting  as  he  journeyed, 

"Deliverance  will  come." 

3  The  songsters  in  the  arbor 

That  stood  beside  the  way 
Attracted  his  attention, 

In^'iting  his  delay : 
Hl3  watch- word  being  "  Onward  !" 

He  stopped  his  ears  and  ran, 
Still  shouting  as  he  journeyed, 

'  •  Deliverance  will  come. ' " 
651 


SUPPLEMENT. 

4  I  saw  him  in  the  evening, 

The  sun  was  bending  low, 
He'd  overtopped  the  mountain, 

And  reached  the  vale  below : 
He  saw  the  golden  city, 

His  everlasting  home, 
And  shouted  loud,  "Hosanna, 

Deliverance  will  come ! ' ' 

5  While  gazing  on  that  city, 

Just  o'er  that  narrow  flood, 
A  band  of  holy  angels 

Came  from  the  throne  of  God : 
They  bore  him  on  their  pinions 

Safe  o'er  the  dashing  foam  ; 
And  joined  him  in  his  triumph, — 

Deliverance  has  come ! 

6  I  heard  the  song  of  triumph 

They  sang  upon  that  shore, 
Saying,  "  Jesus  has  redeemed  us 

To  suffer  nevermore. ' ' 
Then,  casting  his  eyes  backward 

On  the  race  which  he  had  run. 
He  shouted  loud,  ' '  Hosaima, 

Deliverance  has  come ! " 

John  B.  Matthias^ 

901 

1  I  HAVE  read  of  a  beautifal  city, 

Far  away  in  the  kingdom  of  God ; 
I  have  read  how  its  walls  are  of  jasper. 

How  its  streets  are  all  golden  and  broad ; 
In  the  midst  of  the  street  is  life's  river, 

Clear  as  crystal  and  pure  to  behold ; 
But  not  half  of  that  city's  bright  glory- 
To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. 
652 


MISCELLANEOUS, 
EeFR-UN. 

Not  half  has  ever  been  told; 
Not  half  has  ever  been  told; 
Not  half  of  that  citj  's  bright  glory- 
To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. 

I  have  read  of  bright  mansions  in  heaven. 

Which  the  Saviour  has  gone  to  prepare; 
And  the  saints  who  on  earth  have  been 
faithful, 

Rest  forever  -svith  Christ  over  there ; 
There  no  sin  ever  enters,  nor  sorrow, 

The  inhabitants  never  grow  old  ; 
But  not  half  of  the  wonderful  story 

To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. 

I  have  read  of  white  robes  for  the  righteous. 

Of  bright  crowns  which  the  glorified 

wear.  [enter, 

When  our  Father  shall  bid  them  '"Come, 

And  my  glory  eternally  share  ;  " 
How  the  righteous  are  evermore  blessed 

As  they  walk  through  the  streets  of 
pure  gold ; 
But  not  half  of  the  wonderful  story 

To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. 

I  have  read  of  a  Christ  so  forgiving, 

That  vile  sinners  may  ask  and  receive 
Peace  and  pardon  for  every  transgression, 

If  when  asking  they  only  believe. 
I  have  read  how  he'll  guide  and  protect  ns. 

If  for  safety  we  enter  his  fold  : 
But  not  half  of  his  goodness  and  mercy 

To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. 

Jokn  Burck  Atckinson. 

653 


SOPPLEMEifT. 

1  Im  the  Christian's  home  iu  glory, 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest  ; 
There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me^ 
To  fultill  my  soul's  request. 

Eefrain. 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  you  : 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  field  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 

There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient, 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 

3  Pain  and  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share, 
But,  in  that  celestial  center, 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 

4  Sing,  O  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory, 

Shout  your  triumphs  as  you  go; 
Zion'a  gates  will  open  for  you. 
You  shall  find  an  entrance  through.. 

Samuel  Young  Harmer. 

903 

We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever; 

There  will  be  a  glorious  dawn! 
We  shall  meet  to  part,  no,  never, 

On  the  resurrection  morn! 
654 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

From  the  deepest  caves  of  ocean, 
From  the  desert  and  the  plain, 

From  the  valley  and  the  mountain. 
Countless  throngs  shall  rise  again. 

Refrain. 

We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever, 
There  will  be  a  glorious  dawn ! 

We  shall  meet  to  part,  no,  never. 
On  the  resurrection  morn ! 

2  When  we  see  a  precious  blossom, 

That  we'  tended  with  such  care, 
Rudely  taken  from  our  bosom  ; 

How  our  aching  hearts  despair ! 
Eound  its  little  grave  we  linger. 

Till  the  setting  sun  is  low, 
Feeling  all  our  hopes  have  perished 

With  the  flower  we  cherished  so. 

3  We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever, 

In  the  lone  and  silent  grave : 
Blessed  be  the  Lord  that  taketh, 

Blessed  be  the  Lord  that  gave. 
In  the  bright  eternal  city 

Death  can  never,  never  come  ! 
In  his  own  good  time  he'll  call  us, 

From  our  rest,  to  home,  sweet  home. 

Mary  A.  Kiddtr. 


901 

1  OUE  Lord  is  now  rejected, 

And  by  the  world  disowned, 
By  the  many  still  neglected, 
And  bv  the  few  enthroned  ; 
655 


SUPPLEMEXT. 

But  soon  he'll  come  in  glory, 
The  hour  is  drawing  nigh, 
For  the  crowning  day  is  coming  by  and 

fey. 

Eefkain. 

O  the  crowning  day  is  coming, 

Is  coming  hy  and  by, 
When  onr  Lord  shall  come  in  power 

And  glory  from  on  high  ; 
O  the  glorious  sight  will  gladden 

Each  waiting,  watchful  eye, 
In  the  crowning  day  that's  coming  by 

and  by. 

2  The  heavens  shall  glow  with  splendor, 

But  brighter  far  than  they 
The  saints  shall  shine  in  glory, 

As  Christ  shall  them  array : 
The  beauty  of  the  Saviour, 

Shall  dazzle  every  eye, 

In  the  crowning  day  that's  coming  by 
and  by. 

3  Our  pain  shall  then  be  over. 

We'll  sin  and  sigh  no  more ; 
Behind  us  all  of  sorrow, 

And  naught  but  joy  before, 
A  joy  in  our  Redeemer, 

As  we  to  him  are  nigh, 

In  the  crowning  day  that's  coming  by 
and  by. 

4  Let  all  that  look  for,  hasten 

The  coming  joyful  day, 
By  earnest  consecration, 
To  walk  the  narrow  way 

656  ^ 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

By  gath'ring  in  the  lost  ones, 
For  whom  our  Lord  did  die  ; 
For  the   crowning  day  is  coining  by 
and  by. 

El.  Nathan. 

905 

1  O  THINK  of  the  home  over  there, 

By  the  side  of  the  river  of  light, 
Where  the  saints,  all  immortal  and  fair, 

Are  robed  in  their  garments  of  white. 
Over  there,  over  there, 
O  think  of  the  home  over  there; 
Over  there,  over  there, 
O  think  of  the  home  over  there. 

2  O  think  of  the  friends  over  there, 

Who  before  ns  the  journey  have  trod, 
Of  the  songs  that  they  breathe  on  the  air, 
In  their  home  in  the  palace  of  God. 

Over  there,  over  there, 
O  think  of  the  friends  over  there. 

3  My  Saviour  is  now  over  there, 

There  my  kindred  and  frien  ds  are  at  rest ; 
Then  away  from  my  sorrow  and  care, 
Let  me  fly  to  the  land  of  the  blest. 

Over  there,  over  there, 
My  Saviour  is  now  over  there. 

4  I'll  soon  be  at  home  over  there, 

For  the  end  of  my  journey  I  see ; 
Many  dear  to  my  heart,  over  there, 
Are  watching  and  waiting  for  me. 

Over  there,  over  there, 
I'll  soon  be  at  home  over  there. 

D.  W.  C.  Huntington. 

42  -^         657 


SUPPLEMENT. 

906 

1  It  may  be  far,  it  may  be  near ; 
There  is  a  hope,  there  is  a  fear : 
Bat  in  the  future  waiting,  I 
Shall  Jesus  see,  yes,  by  and  by. 

Refrain. 

By  and  by,  yes,  by  and  by, 
By  and  by,  yea,  by  and  by ; 
But  in  the  future  waiting,  I 
Shall  Jesus  see,  yes,  by  and  by. 

2  Impatient  soul,  and  murm'ring  heart. 
Thy  murm'ring  cease  and  bear  thy  part 
Of  pain  and  labor  on  life's  road, 

For  soon  'twill  lead  thee  to  thy  God. 

Refrain. 
By  and  by,  yes,  by  and  by, 
By  and  by,  yes,  by  and  by  ; 
There's  pain  and  labor  on  life's  road, 
But  soon  'twill  lead  thee  to  thy  God. 

3  Yes,  "  by  and  by  "  will  soon  be  now. 
And  God  shall  wipe  each  tear-stained  brow; 
The  Lamb  shall  feed  them  from  the  throne, 
To  living  fountains  lead  his  own. 

Refrain. 
By  and  by,  yes,  by  and  by, 
By  and  by,  yes,  by  and  by;       [throne: 
The  Lamb  shall  feed  them  from  the 
To  living  fountains  lead  his  own. 

4  O  verdant  fields !  O  shining  shore  ! 

The  Lamb  of  God  spreads  wide  the  door; 
Ah ,  golden  city,  surely  I 
Shall  see  thy  glories  by  and  by. 
658 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
EEFRAfN. 

By  and  by,  yes.  by  and  by, 
By  and  by,  yes,  by  and  by ; 
Ah,  golden  city  !  surely  I 
Shall  see  thy  glories  '*'by  and  by." 

Author  Unknown. 

907 

1  The  chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roil 

in  fire, 

As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of 
his  ire : 

Lo  !  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway 
of  cloud, 

And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  God- 
head are  bowed. 

2  The  glory !  the  glory !  around   him  are 

poured 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on 

the  Lord ; 
And  the  glorified  saints,  and  the^ftiartyrs 

are  there, 
And  there  all  wlio  the  palm-wreaths  of 

victory  wear! 

3  The  trumpet!  the    trumpet!    the    dead 

have  all  heard : 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-covered  char- 

nel  are  stirred ! 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the 

south,  from  the  north. 
All  the  vast  generations  of  man  are  come 

forth ! 

4  The     judgment!     the    judgment!     the 

thrones  are  all  set, 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested 
elders  are  met ! 
659 


SUPPLEMENT. 

There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of 

the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his 

word. 

5  O  mercy !    O  mercy !    look   down  from 

above, 
G-reat  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children, 

with  love ! 
When    beneath    to    their    darkness  the 

wicked  are  driven. 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in 

heaven ! 

Henry  Hart  Milman. 

908 

1  Lord,  I  care  not  for  riches, 

Neither  silver  nor  gold ; 
I  would  make  sure  of  heaven, 

I  would  enter  the  fold. 
In  the  book  of  thy  kingdom. 

With  its  pages  so  fair, 
TeU  me,  Jesus,  my  Saviour, 

Is  my  name  written  there  ? 

Eefrain. 

Is  my  name  written  there, 
On  the  page  white  and  fair? 
In  the  book  of  thy  kingdom. 
Is  my  name  wiitten  there? 

2  Lord,  my  sins  they  are  many, 

Like  the  sands  of  the  sea, 
But  thy  blood,  O  my  Sa-\dour ! 
Is  suflacient  for  me ; 
660 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

For  thy  promise  is  written, 

In  bright  letters  that  glow, 
"Though  your  sins  be  as  scarlet, 

I  will  make  them  like  snow." 

3  O  that  beautiful  city, 

With  its  mansions  of  light, 
With  its  glorified  beings, 

In  pure  garments  of  white  ; 
Where  no  evil  thing  cometh, 

To  despoil  what  is  fair  ; 
Where  the  angels  are  watching, 

Yes,  my  name's  written  there. 

Mary  A.  Kidder. 

909 

1  I  think,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of 

old. 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  he  called  little  children  as  lambs  to 

his  fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with    liim 

then. 

2  I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on 

my  head. 
That  his  arms  had  been  thrown  around 
me, 
That  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  looks 
when  he  said, 
"Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  of  his  love  ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above  ; 
661 


SUPPLEMENT. 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  he  has  gone  to  pre- 
pare, 
For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering 
there, 
' '  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. ' ' 

Jemima  Luk£. 

910  7s,  6s.     D. 

1  "WoEK,for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  through  the  morning  hours ; 
Work  while  the  dew  is  sparkling, 

Work  mid  springing  flowers; 
Work  when  the  day  gTows  brighter, 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun  ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  comingt 

When  man's  work  is  done. 

2  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming. 

Work  through  the  sunny  noon  ; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor, 

Eest  comes  sure  and  soon : 
Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

3  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies ; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing. 

Work,  for  daylight  flies : 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more  ; 
Work  while  the  night  is  dark'ning, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 

Annie  L.  Walker. 

662 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

911  C   M. 

1  Speak  gently  ;  it  is  better  far 

To  rule  hj  love  than  fear  ; 
Speak  gently,  let  no  harsh  word  mar 
The  good  we  may  do  here. 

2  Speak  gently  to  the  young,  for  they 

Will  have  enough  to  bear  ; 
Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 
'Tis  full  of  anxious  care. 

3  Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 

Grieve  not  the  care-worn  heart ; 
The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run, 
Let  them  in  peace  depart. 

4  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones ; 

They  must  have  tolled  in  vain  ; 
Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so ; 
O  win  them  back  again  ! 

5  Speak  gently  ;  'tis  a  little  thing. 

Dropped  in  the  heart's  deep  well ; 
The  good,  the  joy,  that  it  may  bring, 
Eternity  shaU  tell. 

G.  W.  Langford, 

913  C.  M. 

1  Think  gently  of  the  erring  one; 

O  let  us  not  forget, 
However  darkly  stained  by  sin, 
He  is  our  brother  yet ! 

2  Heir  of  the  same  inheritance, 

Child  of  the  self-same  God, 
He  hath  but  stumbled  in  the  path 
We  have  in  weakness  trod. 
663 


SUPPLKIMKNT. 

3  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones : 

We  yet  may  lead  them  back, 
"With  holy  words,  and  tones  of  love, 
From  misery's  thorny  track. 

4  Forget  not,  brother,  thou  hast  sinned. 

And  sinful  yet  may'st  be  ; 
Deal  gently  with  the  erring  heart, 
As  God  iiath  dealt  with  thee. 

Miss  Fletcher. 

913  7s.  6s.     D, 

1  Go,  when  the  morning  shineth. 

Go,  when  the  noon  is  bright, 
Go,  when  the  eve  declineth, 

Go,  in  the  hush  of  night ; 
Go,  with  pure  mind  and  feeling. 

Put  earthly  thoughts  away, 
And,  in  God's  presence  kneeling, 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray  ! 

2  Remember  all  who  love  thee, 

All  who  are  loved  by  thee  ; 
Pray,  too,  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be  ; 
Then  for  thyself,  in  meekness, 

A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
And  blend  with  each  petition, 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Or,  if  'tis  e'er  denied  thee 

in  solitude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee> 

"When  friends  are  round  thy  way, 
E'en  then  the  silent  breathing, 

Thy  spirit  lifts  above, 
Will  reach  his  throne  in  glory, 

Where  dwells  eternal  love. 
664 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  O  not  a  joy  or  blessing 

With  this  can  we  compare, 
The  privilege  thus  given  us 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer  : 
Then  when  thou  pin'st  in  sadness, 

Before  his  footstool  fall, 
And  turn  thee,  in  thy  gladness, 

To  him  who  gave  thee  all. 

Jane  Cross  Simpson, 

914 

1  O  WHAT  ship  is  this  that  will  take  us  all 

home? 

O  glory!  Hallelujah ! 
'Tis  the  old  ship  of  Zion,  Hallelujah  ! 
'Tis  the  old  ship  of  Zion,  Hallelujah  ! 

2  Come  along,  come  along,  and  let  us  go 

home! 

O  glory  !  Hallelujah ! 
Our  home  is  over  Jordan,  Hallelujah  ! 
Our  home  is  over  Jordan,  Hallelujah  I 

3  Do  you  think  she  will  he  able  to  take  ns 

all  home? 
O  glory !  Hallelujah  ! 
No  doubt  she  will  be  able.  Hallelujah  1 
No  doubt  she  will  be  able,  Hallelujah  I 

4  She  has  landed  many  thousands,  and  can 

land  as  many  more  ! 
O  glory  !  Hallelujah  ! 

She  has  landed  them  in  heaven,  Halle- 
lujah ! 

She  has  landed  them  in  heaven.  Halle- 
lujah I 

Author  Unknown, 
665 


SUPPLEMENT. 

915 

1  From  all  the  dark  places 
Of  earth's  heathen  races, 

O  see  how  the  thick  shadows  fly ! 
The  Toice  of  salvation 
Awakes  eveiy  nation, 

*'  Come  over  and  help  us,"  they  cry, 

Kefrain. 

The  kingdom  is  coming, 

O  tell  ye  the  story, 
God's  banner  exalted  shall  be! 

The  earth  shall  be  full  of 
His  knowledge  and  glory, 

As  waters  that  cover  the  sea ! 

2  The  sunlight  is  glancing 
O'er  armies  advancing 

To  conquer  the  kingdoms  of  sin ; 
Our  Lord  shall  possess  them, 
His  presence  shall  bless  them, 

His  beauty  shall  enter  them  in. 

S  With  shouting  and  singing. 
And  jubilant  ringing, 

Their  arms  of  rebellion  cast  down, 
At  last  every  nation, 
The  Lord  of  salvation 
Their  King  and  Redeemer  shall  crown ! 

Mary  B.  C.  Slade. 

916  6s  &  4. 

1  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing : 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  loving  seal ; 
The  poor,  and  them  that  mourn, 
666 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

The  faint  and  over-borne, 
Sinsick  and  sorrow-^vorn, 
Whom  Christ  doth  Leal. 

2  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring. 

With  fervent  prayer ; 
The  wayward  and  the  lost, 
By  reckless  passion  tossed, 
Kedeemed,  at  countless  cost, 

From  dark  despair. 

3  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  one  accord ; 
With  us  the  work  to  share, 
With  us  reproach  to  dare. 
With  US  the  cross  to  bear. 

For  Cin:ist  our  Lord. 

4  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  joyful  song; 
The  new-born  souls,  whose  days, 
Eeclaimed  from  error's  ways, 
Inspired  with  hope  and  praise, 

To  Christ  belong. 

Samuel  Woicott. 


917  8s,  7s  &  4s. 

1  Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee ! 
All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well ; 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dv.-ell? 
667 


SUPPLEMENT. 

2  Home !  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely — 

Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell ; 

Happy  home  ! — 'tis  sure  I  love  thee! 

Can  I,  can  I  say,  "Farewell?" 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath-bell, 
Eichest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure ! 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell? 

Can  I  leave  you. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 


Yes !  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 
From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well ; 

Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me ! 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell ! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwelL 

In  the  deserts  let  me  labor, 
On  the  mountains  let  me  tell, 

How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 

Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

Samuel  Francis  Smith, 


918 

1  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again ; 
By  his  counsels  guide,  uphold  you, 
With  his  sheep  securely  fold  you, 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

PtEFEAIN". 
Till  Ave  meet,  till  we  meet, 
Till  Ave  meet  at  Jesus'  feet; 
Till  Tve  meet,  till  we  raeet, 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

2  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
'Neath  his  wings  securely  hide  you  ; 
Daily  manna  still  provide  you. 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

3  Grod  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
When  life's  perils  thick  confound  you  ; 
Put  his  arms  unfailing  round  you, 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

4  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
Keep  love's  banner  floating  o'er  you  ; 
Smite  death's  threat 'ning  wave  before  you, 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

J.  E.  Rankin. 


669 


D0X0L06IES. 


919  L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  hira,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Thomas  Ken. 

920  L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  aiid  ^ory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

Isaac  Watts. 


921  C.  M. 

Now  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored  ; 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts. 

922  c.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  ever  more. 

Tate  and  Brady, 

670 


DOXOLOGIKS. 

923  s.  M. 

Give  to  the  Father  praise, 

Give  glory  to  the  Son  ; 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 

Be  equal  honor  done. 

Isaac  Watts. 

924  s.  M. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now. 

And  shall  forever  be. 

John  Wesley. 

935  8s,  7s.     D. 

Lord,  dismiss  ns  with  thy  blessing, 

Bid  ns  now  depart  in  j)eace  ; 
Still  on  heavenly  manna  feeding. 

Let  our  faith  and  love  increase : 
Fill  each  breast  with  consolation ; 

Up  to  thee  our  hearts  we  raise  : 
When  we  reach  our  blissful  station. 

Then  we'll  give  thee  nobler  praise. 

Robert  Hawker. 

926  8s,  7s.     D. 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Sa^i.o^^,  \ 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
"With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 

Eest  upon  us  from  above  ! 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  in  the  Lord  ; 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford, 

John  Newton 

671 


DOXCLOGIES. 

927  7s. 

Sing  vre  to  onr  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Charles  Wesley, 

928  8s,  7s,  &  4. 
Geeat  Jehovah  !  we  adore  thee, 

God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 

IVilliam  Goode. 

929  7s,  6s,  &  8. 

Father.  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Thy  Godhead  we  adore, 
Join  with  the  celestial  host. 

Who  praise  thee  evermore  ! 
Live  by  earth  and  heaven  adored, 

The  Three  in  One,  the  One  in  Three ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

All  glory  be  to  thee ! 

Charles  Wesley, 


672 


INDEX 

OF 

FIRST  LINES  OF  HYMNS. 

A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King  . .  324 

A  charge  to  keep  l"have 486 

A  few  more  years  shall 60o 

A  mighty  fortress  is  our  God 551 

A  thousand  oracles  divine 2 

Abide  with  me,  fast  falls  the  eventide.  828 

According  to  thy  gracious  word 243 

Ah!  Lord,  with' trembling  I  confess..  491 

Ah !  whither  should  I  go 331 

Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 344 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name . . .  132 
All  praise  to  our  redeeming  Lord ....  733 
All  praise  to  the  Lamb  I  Accepted  I. .  404 
All  praise  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night.  800 

All  things  are  ready , 855 

Almighty  God  of  love 662 

Amazing  grace !  how  sweet  the  sound.  570 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 566 

And  am  I  born  to  die? 589 

And  am  I  only  born  to  die  ? 593 

And  are  we  yet  alive  ? 228 

And  can  I  yet  delay  ? 330 

And  let  our  bodies  part 232 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 646 

And  must  I  be  to  judgiiient  brought .  596 

And  must  this  body  die 61^ 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 718 

43  673 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HYilS 

And  will  th8  great,  eternal  God 694 

And  will  the  Judge  descend 298 

And  wilt  thou  yet  be  found 372 

A  ngel  of  covenanted  grace 830 

Angels  from  the  realms  of 73 

Angels  your  march  oppose 210 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done 257 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat.. .  346 

Are  you  staying,  safely  staying 847 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 386 

Arise,  my  tend'rest  thoughts,  anse. . .  301 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake 213 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in 892 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams.  353 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed 599 

Assembled  at  thy  great  command 668 

Author  of  faith,  eternal  Word 377 

Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  cry 308 

Author  of  good,  we  rest  on  thee 548 

Author  of  our  salvation,  thee 244 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 573 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  awake 214 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun.. .  791 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays 138 

Awake,  my  soul  I  stretch  every  nen'e.  469 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  day 793 

Awake,  our  souls !  avv'ay,  our  fears . . .  472 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 384 

Away !  n:iy  needless  fears 555 

Away,  my  unbelieving  fear 552 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear 642 

Baptized  into  thy  name 235 

Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here 479 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 55 

674 


INDEX  OF  HY-MNS. 

BYMS 

Before  the  throne  my  Saviour 125 

Beliold  a  Stranger  at 'the  door 291 

Behold  the  blind  their  sight  receive. .     77 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 147 

Behold  the  morning  sun 461 

Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 675 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 94 

Behold  the  sure  Foundation-stone. . .  691 

Behold  thy  temple,  God  of  Grace 693 

Behold  v/hat  wondrous  grace 382 

Behold  'where  in  a  mortal  form 142 

Being  of  beings,  Grod  of  love 771 

Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand 526 

Bevond  the  smiling  and  the 889 

Bid  me  of  men  beware 494 

Blessed  assurance,  Jesus  is  mine 860 

Blest  are  the  pure  in  heai-t 413 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace. 817 

Blest  are  the  souls  who  hear  and 198 

Blest  be  our  everlasting  Lord. , 36 

Blest  l)e  the  dear  uniting  love 231 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 751 

Blest  hour  when  mortal  man 757 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 267 

Bound  upon  th'  accui^sed  tree 93 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion 654 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the .     72 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 702 

By  faith  I  to  the  fountain  fly Ill 

By  faith  I  view  my  Saviour'. 877 

By  thy  buHi  and  by  thy  tears 348 

Called  from  above,  I  rise 108 

Calm  on  the  bosom .615 

Ca-st  thy  burden  on  the  Lord 468 

675 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

nYMS 

Celestial  Dove,  come  from  above. ...  179 
Cheered  with  thy  converse,  Lord,  I . . .  467 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 458 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing 916 

Christ,  from  whom  all  blessings  fiow .  743 

Christ  is  made  the  sure 6S9 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day 127 

Come,  and  let  us  sweetly  join 737 

Come  away  to  the  skies ! 813 

Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost..  233 
Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost..  786 
Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost..  698 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  all  quick'ning  fire  175 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love 182 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire. .  189 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  heaiis  inspire  171 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 176 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove. . .  178 
Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast  277 
Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pui-sue  706 
Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue  457 
Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs. .  143 
Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above. .  582 
Come,  let  us  join  with  one  accord. . . .  256 
Come,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine. . . .  717 
Come,  let  us  who  in  Christ  believe. . .  295 
Come,  Lord,  and  claim  me  for  thine .  421 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit 782 

Come,  O  my  God,  the  promise  seal. .  449 

Come,  0  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays 12 

Come,  O  thou  all-victorious  Lord. . . .  304 

Come,  0  thou  God  of  grace 697 

Come,  O  tliou  greater  than  our  heart.  425 
Come,  O  thou  Traveler  unknown ....  360 

Come,  0  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord 269 

676 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HTM5I 


Come  on,  my  partnei's  in  distress 576 

Come  quickly,  gracious  Lord,  and  take  775 
Come,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  above ....  435 
Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast. . . .  270 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 7 

Come,  thou  almightj^  King 1 

Come,  thou  everlasting  Spirit 248 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing,  525 

Come,  thou  long-expected  Jesus 778 

Come  to  the  morning  prayer 788 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye . .  294 

Com.e,  ye  saints,  look  here 117 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy . . .  273 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord ....  621 

Come,  ye  weary  sinners,  come 287 

Comfort,  ye  ministers  of  grace 216 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 554 

Creator,  Sphit,  by  whose  aid 167 

Dark  was  the  night,  and  cold  the....  84 
Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy. . .  212 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 661 

Day  by  day  the  manna  fell 558 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders . . .  629 

Day  of  wrath,  O  dreadful  day 595 

Death  rides  on  every 586 

Deem  not  that  they  are  blest 531 

Delay  not,  delay  not 275 

Depth  of  mercy  I  can  there  be 868 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 319 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord 496 

Draw  near,  O  Son  of  God,  draw  near.  221 

Dread  Jehovah,  God  of 722 

Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song  810 
Drooping  souls,  no  longer 281 

677^ 


INDEX  OF  HYMN3. 

HYMS 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay 34 

Earth,  rejoice,  our  Lord  is  King 123 

Equip  me  for  the  war 837 

Ere  mountains  reared  their 53 

Eternal  depth  of  love  divine 56 

Eternal  Power,  whose  high  abode ...     31 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy 716 

Except  the  Lord  conduct  the  plan. . .  227 

Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy 863 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last 811 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known 205 

Far  fi-om  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  263 
Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee . . .  819 

Father,  at  thy  footstool  see 744 

Father,  behold  v,dth  gracious  eyes 315 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines ...     42 

Father,  I  dare  believe 438 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 644 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee. . .  345 

Father,  I  wait  before  thy  throne 314 

Father,  if  I  may  call  thee  so 833 

Father,  if  justly  still  we  claim , .  180 

Father,  in  whom  we  live 29 

Father,  into  thy  hands  alone 833 

Father  of  all,  in  whom  alone 683 

Father  of  heaven,  whose  love 50 

Father  of  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord 434 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 6S6 

Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace. . . .  504 

Father,  our  hearts  we  lift 66 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost,  One. . .  436 
Father,  Son,  and  Ploly  Ghost,  Thy. . .  929 

Father,  to  thee  my  soul  Ilift 529 

Father,  whatever  of  earthly  bliss. . . .  c  545 
678 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HYSIU 


ForeTer  here  my  rest  shall  be 408 

Forever  with  the  Lord 631 

Forth  in  thy  name,  O  Lord,  I  go 825 

Forward  be  our  watch- word 574 

Fountain  of  life,  to  all  below 770 

Friend  after  fi-iend  departs 617 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies. .  669 

From  ail  the  dark  places 915 

From  every  stormy  wind  that 767 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 670 

From  the  cross  the  blood  is  felling, . .     99 

Gentle  stranger,  fearless  come 814 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 463 

Give  me  a  new,  a  perfect  heart 432 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  lise. . . .  637 

Give  to  the  Father  praise 923 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 556 

Giver  and  guardian  of  my  sleep 797 

Giver  of  concord,  Prmce  of  peace. . . .  747 
Glorious  thing-s  of  thee  are  spoken. . .  206 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high 252 

Go  labor  on;  spend  and  be  spent. . . .  501 
Go,  preach  my  gospel,  saith  tlie  Lord  215 

Go,  spirit  of  the  sainted 624 

Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious. . .  626 

Go  to  thy  rest,  fair  child 607 

Go  when  the  morning  shineth 913 

Go,  ye  messengei-s  of  God 672 

God  l>e  with  you  till  we  meet  again..  918 

God  bless  our  native  land .". 729 

God  calling  yet!  shall  I  not  hear?, ...  292 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 202 

God  is  in  this  and  every  place 322 

God  is  love ;  his  mercy 26 

679 


n>DEX  OP  HYMNS. 

BVUI 

God  is  the  refuge  of  hi3  sainig 199 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 43 

God  of  all  consolation 752 

God  of  all  grace  and  majesty 608 

God  of  all  power,  and  truth,  and  grace  429 

God  of  almighty  love 487 

God  of  eternal  truth  and  grace 448 

God  of  eternal  truth  and  love 234 

God  of  love,  that  hear'st  the  prayer. .  746 
God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  Says.  831 
God  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power  47 
Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  King  713 

Grace!  'tis  a.  charming  sound 161 

Gracious  Redeemer,  ehake 484 

Great  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings. .  201 
Great  God ,  indulge  my  humble  claim .  772 

Great  God  of  nations,  now 727 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth . .  656 

Great  God,  to  me  the  sight  afford 52 

Great  is  our  redeeming  Lord 204 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 690 

Great  Jehovah!  we  adore  thee 928 

Great  Spirit,  by  whose 185 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 400 

Hail!  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 3 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise. . , . . .  126 

Hail!  thou  once  despised  Jesus 129 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's 673 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed 660 

Happy  soul,  thy  daj^s  are  ended 840 

Happy  the  niriu  that  finds  the  grace.  396 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined 740 

Hark !  a  voice  divides  tlie  sky 613 

Hark !  a  voice  from  Eden . , 891 

630 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HYMV 

Hark  I  from  the  tombs  a  dolefal  sound  587 
Hark !  hark,  my  soul,  augelic  songs . . .  633 

Hark!  how  the  watchmen  crj-' 209 

Hark!  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 385 

Hark!  ten  thousand  harps  and 137 

Hark !  tlie  glad  sound,  the  Saviour. . .     58 

Hark !  tlie  herald  angels  sing 63 

Hark!  the  song  of  jubilee 671 

Hark !  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling 489 

Hark!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy. .  113 

Hark!  what  mean  those  holy 68 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 666 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise 289 

He  comes !  he  comes !  the  Judge 590 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies . .  88 
He  leadeth  me,  O  blessed  thought. . .  861 
Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven. . .  614 
High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God ...     49 

High  on  his  everlasting  throne 222 

Ho!  every  one  that  thii-sts,  draw  nigh  271 
Holy  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord . .  433 

Holy  as  thou,  0  Lord,  is  none 54 

Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness 186 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 187 

Holy,  holy,  holy.  Lord 5 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  God  Almighty  4 
Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  confess. . ... ..     80 

Holv  Lamb,  who  thee  receive 442 

Holy  Spirit,  faithful  Guide 190 

How  are  thj''  servants  blest 731 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 218 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  602 

How  can  a  sinner  know 380 

How  can  it  be,  thou  heavenly  King. .  395 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear. . .  197 

681 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HYMN 

How  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round.  805 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of.  546 

How  gentle  God's  commands 553 

How  great  the  wisdom,  power,  and . .  133 

How  happy  are  the  newborn  race . . .  399 

How  happy  are  they  Who  their 402 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace 644 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot 839 

How  large  the  promise,  how  divine. .  236 

How  lost  was  my  condition 856 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 203 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine ....  684 

How  rich  thy  bounty.  King  of  kings.  223 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is 343 

How  shall  a  lost  sinner  in  pain .  371 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their. ...  681 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the 735 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds  153 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel  sound  74 

Plow  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours .  505 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below. .  519 

I  am  coming  to  the  cross 864 

I  am  far  frae  my  hame 884 

I  am  thine,^  0  Lord 873 

I  ask  the  gift  of  righteousness 342 

I  have  read  of  a  beautiful  city 901 

I  hear  thy  welcome  voice. 858 

I  hear  thy  word  with  love 30 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 843 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  and .  413 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  what  118 

I  long  to  behold  him  aiTayed 643 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 194 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 820 

682 


INDEX  OP  HYMNS. 

HYMX 

I  love  to  tell  the  storj'- 875 

I  need  thee  every  hour 851 

1  saw  a  wayworn  trav '  ler 900 

I  shall  not  want 541 

I  the  good  fight  have  fought 579 

I  think  when  I  read 909 

I  thirst,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God  394 

I  want  a  principle  within 478 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 854 

I  was  once  far  away  from  the  Saviour  859 

I  will  sing  you  a  song 897 

I  worship  thee,  most  gracious »  549 

I  would  be  thine,  thou  know'st  I 412 

I  would  not  live  al way 647 

If  human  kindness  meets  return 240 

If,  Lord,  I  have  accepto.nce  found 424 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath  14 

I'm  a  pilgriin  and 898 

In  age  and  feebleness  extreme 835 

In  every  time  and  place 456 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight 312 

In  some  way  or  other 865 

In  the  Christian's  home  in 902 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 101 

In  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth 280 

In  trouble  and  in  grief,  O'God 537 

Infinite  God,  to  thee  we  raise 39 

It  is  not  death  to  die 627 

It  may  be  far,  it  may  be  near 906 

It  may  not  be  our  lot  to  wield 482 

Jehovah,  God  the  Father,  bless 403 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 649 

Jerusalem,  the  golden,  with , . . .  652 

Jesus,  accept  the  praise 230 

683 


INDEX  OP  HYMNS. 

HYMtl 

Jesus,  all-atoning  Lamb 451 

Jesus,  all-redeeming  Lord 249 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 495 

Jesus,  answer  from  above 359 

Jesus,  at  whose  supreme  command . .  242 

Jesus  comes  with  all  his  grace 428 

Jesus  drinks  the  bitter  cup 91 

Jesus,  gracious  One,  calleth 846 

Jesus,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep . .  739 

Jesus  hath  died  that  I  might  live 450 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name 156 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 540 

Jesus,  if  still  thou  art  to-day 339 

Jesus  is  our  common  Lord 406 

Jesus,  keep  me  near  the  cross 866 

Jesus,  let  all  thy  lovers  shine . .  498 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 366 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee 816 

Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul 354 

Jesus,  my  advocate  above 309 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 350 

Jesus,  my  life,  thyself  apply 441 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  attend 351 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace . .  502 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend . .  480 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope 777 

Jesus,  my  tnith,  my  way 476 

Jesus,  Redeemer  of  mankind 305 

Jesus,  shall  I  never  be 492 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun . . .  658 

Jesus,  the  all-restoring  word 365 

Jesus,  the  conqu'ror,  reigns 208 

Jesus,  the  life,  the  truth,  the  way 423 

Jesus,  the  name  high  over  all 220 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  thee. . .  334 
684 


INDEX  OF  HY>rN3. 

HYMy 

Jesus,  the  tmth  and  power  divine. . .  229 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee 152 

Jesus,  the  weary  wanderer's  rest 838 

Jesus,  the  word  bestow 687 

Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never 145 

Jesus,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord 306 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King 375 

Jesus,  thou  joy  of  loving  hearts 157 

Jesus,  thy  blessings  are  not  few 307 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness . .  376 

Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me 409 

Jesus,  thy  far  extended  fame 335 

Jesus,  to  thee  I  now  can  fly 507 

Jesus,  united  by  thy  gi'ace 742 

Jesus,  we  look  to  thee 732 

Jesus,  we  on  the  words  depend 168 

Jesus,  we  thus  obey 247 

Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet 768 

Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are 623 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 392 

Joy  to  the  world — the  Lord  is  come. .  59 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward 888 

Just  as'l  am,  without  one  plea 318 

Lamb  of  Grod,  whose  dying  love 250 

Late,  late,  so  late,  and  dark  the  night  320 

Lead,  kindly  light 462 

Let  all  who  traly  bear 246 

Let  earth  and  heaven  agi-ee 141 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown 682 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 279 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak  35 

Let  Him  to  whom  we  now  belong. . .  407 

Let  me  alone  another  year 707 

Let  not  the  wise  their  wisdom  boast.  514 
685 


INDEX  OP  HYMNS. 

HYMH 

Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky 170 

Let  the  world  their  virtue  boast 355 

Let  us,  with  a  gladsome  mind 21 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world 393 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake. , . . . .  219 

Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour 610 

Lift  up  your  hearts  to  things  above. .  755 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire 785 

Like  Noah's  weary  dove 738 

Lo !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending  163 

Lo !  I  come  v/ith  joy  to  do 834 

Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 592 

Lo!  the  pris'ner  is  released 621 

Lo!  what  an  entertaining  sight 748 

Long  have  7"  sat  beneath  tlie  sound. .  311 
Long  have  1  seemed  to  serve  thee.. . .  323 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is 136 

Lord,  all.  I  am  is  known  to  thee 33 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing.  Bid  925 
Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing.  Fill  581 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost 188 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blessed  are  they  397 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine 829 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 411 

Lord,  I  cannot  let  thee  go 783 

Lord,  I  cars  not  for  riches 908 

Lord,  I  delight  in  thee 510 

Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal 328 

Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessings .  850 

Lord,  if  at  thy  command 663 

Lord,  if  thou  thy  grace  impart 512 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear  793 

Lord,  in  the  strength  of  grace 437 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  ni)''  care 464 

Lord  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly ....  857 
686 


IXDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HYMN 

Lord  of  earth,  thy  forming  hand 475 

L-ord  of  hosts !  to  thee  we  raise. . , . . .  696 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear 217 

Lord  over  all,  if  thou  hast  made 664 

Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heavens ....  25 
Lord,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin . . .  325 

Lord,  we  believe  to  us  and  oui"^ 169 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 756 

Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high  120 
Lord,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray  721 
Lord,  whom  winds  and  seas  obey. . .'.  730 

Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd. . .'. 148 

Love  Di\^ne,  all  loves  excelling 444 

Loving  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb 415 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned. . . .  154 

iSIary,  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 870 

Master,  the  tempest  is  raging 862 

Mav  I,  throughout  this  day  of  thine.  262 

May  the  grace  of  Christ 926 

Mercy  descending  from  above 704 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion 745 

Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless 140 

More  love  to  thee,  O  Christ 416 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join 60 

Must  I  my  brother  keep 499 

!Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 542 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee 728 

My  days  are  gliding  sv.iftly  by 880 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  mv  Lord 79 

I\[y  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so.  470 

;My  foith  looks  up  to  thee *. 398 

My  God,  accept  my  heart 410 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 806 

My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art 16 

687 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

EfYMJI 

My  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine. . .  446 
My  God,  I  love  thee  not  because ....  151 

My  God,  I  now  from  sleep  awake 821 

My  God,  is  any  liour  so  sweet 790 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  1 532 

My  God,  my  God,  to  thee  I  cry 765 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love. . .  .\ 517 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love. . .  618 
My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys . . .  401 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright 895 

My  home  is  In  heaven 879 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less ....  849 
My  hope,  my  all,  mj^  Saviour  thou. . .  569 

My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt 509 

My  latest  sun  is  sinking 894 

My  Saviour  and  mv  King 160 

]\ly  Saviour,  how  sliall  I  proclaim . . .  100 
My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend. . .  144 

My  sole  possession  is  thy  love 562 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 578 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 9 

My  soul,  with  all  thy  wakened  powers  524 
My  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done. . .  664 

Nature  v>'ith  open  volume  stands. ...  164 

Xear  the  cross  was  Mary  weeping. ...  98 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 473 

New  eveiy  morning 792 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 109 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes 381 

Nov/  begin  the  heavenly  theme 149 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 807 

Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein  378 

Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 122 

Now  let  the  Father  and  the  Son 921 

688 


IXDEX  OF  nYM>"S. 

Now  to  the  Lord,  a  noble  song 78 

Now  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know  1G6 

O  bles?  the  Lord,  my  soul 6 

O  blessed,  blessed  sounds  of  grace , . .  776 

O  blessed  souls  are  they 379 

S)  come  and  dwell  in  me 177 

O  could  I  speak  the  matchless 139 

O  do  not  let  the  word  depart 272 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 364 

O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 451- 

O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 327 

O  for  a  heart  of  ciilm  repose 420 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 440 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 374 

O  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 313 

O  for  the  happy  days  gone  by 352 

O  garden  of  Olivet  /. ". 87 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love 431 

O  God,  most  merciful  and  true 430 

O  God,  my  God,  my  all 823 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 533 

O  God,  our  strength,  to  thee  our 41 

O  God,  thou  bottomless  abyss 32 

O  God,  what  offering  shall  I  give 439 

O  God,  who  madest  earth  and  sky. . .  799 

O  happy  day,that  fixed  my  choice. . .  827 

O  how  can  tliev  look  up  to  heaven. .  705 

O  how  the  love  of  God  attracts 419 

O  it  is  hard  to  work  for  God 513 

O  Jesus,  full  of  grace 373 

O  Jesus,  Light  of  all  below 146 

O  joyful  sound  of  gospel  grace 427 

O  Lord,  how  happy  shoutd  we  be 563 

■O  Lord,  in  mercy  spare 712 

44  689 


I2>:dex  of  hyj^ns. 

HYMtJ 

O  Love  Divine,  how  sweet  thou  art. .  356 

O  Love  Divine,  that  stooped  to  share.  82 

O  Love  Divine,  what  hast  thou  done.  96 

O  Master,  it  is  good  to  he 85 

O  may  thy  powerful  word 779 

O  might  my  lot  he  cast  with  these. . .  207 

O  Mother  dear,  Jerusalem 648 

O  m.y  offended  God 332 

O  righteous  God,  thou  Judge  supreme  720 

O  sacred  Head  now  wounded 90 

O  sometimes  the  shadows  are  deej). .  867 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God 191 

O  tell  me  no  more  of. 741 

O  that  I  could  my  Lord  receive 338 

O  that  I  could  repent;  O  that 317 

O  that  I  could  repent,  vath  all 316 

O  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 447 

0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 445 

O  the  hour  when  this  material 841 

O  think  of  the  home  over  there 905 

O  thou  eternal  Victim  slain 124 

O  thou  God  of  my  salvation 389 

O  thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye  824 

O  thou  in  whose  presence 370 

O  thou  that  wouldst  not  have 604 

O  thou  to  whose  all-searching  sight. .  534 

O  thou  who  all  things  canst  control. .  471 

0  thou  who  earnest  from  above 515 

0  thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear  539 

0  thou  who  hast  our  sorrows  borne. .  358 

O  tliou  whom  all  thy  saints  adore 10 

O  thou  whom  once  they  flocked  to. . .  336 

O  thou  whose  bounty  fills  my 622 

O  thou  whose  mercy  guides  my  way.  523 

O  thou  whose  mercy  hears 367 

690 


INDEX  OP  HYMKS. 

HYMM 


0  thou  whose  ofieringon  the  tree 112 

0  'tis  delight,  without  alloy  388 

O  turn  ye,  O  turn  ye 274 

O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  oui*s 645 

O  what  a  taste  is  this 251 

0  what  ship  is  this 914 

0  wheu  shall  I  see  Jesus 881 

0  where  shall  rest  be  found 588 

0  word  of  God  incarnate 688 

0  worship  the  King  all  glorious 19 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness. . '. ,  667 

Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring 165 

Omnipresent  God,  whose  aid 801 

On  all  the  earth  thy  Spirit  shower. . .  181 
On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand . . .  651 

On  the  mountain's  top  api^earing 674 

On  this  stone  now  laid  with 692 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day . ,  796 
Once  more  we' come  before  our  God. .  452 

One  sole  baptismal  sign 193 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 605 

One  there  is  above  all  otliers 75 

Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 886 

Onward,  Christian  soldiei-s 575 

Our  Father,God,v;ho  art  in 781 

Our  few  revoMng  years ,  709 

Our  God  ascends  his  lofty  throne 15 

Our  God  is  love,and  all .'. 734 

Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 762 

Our  Lord  is  now  rejected 904 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 121 

Our  sins  on  Christ  were  laid 92 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit 754 

Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  cry ......     83 

691 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HVMN 

Parent  of  good  i  thj'-  bounteous  liand .  57 

Pass  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour 852 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  thou  neede.^t ...  48 

People  of  the  living  God. 749 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 155 

Praise  God, from  whom  all  blessings. .  919 

Praise  the  Lord !  ye  heavens ........  24 

Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations 677 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 724 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  I'aise.  13 

Pra^^er  is  appointed  to  convey 774 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 769 

Prince  of  peace,  control  my 567 

Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky. 640 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy 349 

Ready  for  my  earthen  bed 836 

Redeemer  of  mankind 159 

Rejoice  for  a  brother  deceased 622 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 134 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern. 516 

Reniark,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound.  708 

Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries 296 

Rest  for  the  toiling  hand 628 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return 293 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings.  455 

Rise,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the 465 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me 106 

Safely  through  another  week 259 

Salvation !  O  the  joyful  sound 65 

Saviour  again,  to  thy  dear  name 266 

Saviour,  breatiie  an  evening  blessing.  802 

Saviour,  I  now  vvith  shame  confess. .  363 

Saviour,  like  a  shepherd,  lead  us 701 

692 


I^^)EX  OF  HYMNS. 

HYMN 

Saviour,  more  than  life  to  me 878 

Saviour  of  all,  to  thee  we  bow 736 

Saviour  of  men,  thy  searching  eye. .  225 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation 787 

Saviour,  who  thy  flock  art 700 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us. .... .  899 

Say  wliere  is  thy  refuge,  my  brother.  845 

See  how  great  a  flame  aspires 679 

See  how  the  morning  sun 795 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand . . .  237 

See,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see 760 

See  the  corn  again  in  ear 714 

See  the  leaves  around  us  falling 715 

Servant  of  God,  well  done.  Rest 655 

Servant  of  God,  well  done,  Thy 682 

Shall  foolish,  weak,  short-sighted 37 

Shall  hyuins  of  grateful  love 150 

Sliall  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man 224 

Shall  man,  O  God  of  light 6:34 

She  loved  her  Saviour  and 497 

Shepherd  Divine,  our  wants  relieve. .  764 

Shepherd  of  tender  youth , 699 

Shout  the  glad  tidings 135 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive 310 

Shrinking  from  the  cold  hand  of . . . .  600 

Silently  the  shades  of  evening 826 

Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time. .     44 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear 812 

Sing  all  in  heaven  at  Jesus'  birth 62 

Sing,  O  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord 511 

Sing  to  the  great  Jehovah's  pmise 711 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 927 

Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word 268 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard 297 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die 288 

693 


INDEX  OP  HYMNS. 

HYMN 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 490 

Softly  fades  the  twilight 265 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 809 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 572 

Son  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant 459 

Sons  of  God,  exulting  rise 405 

Sons  of  God,  triumphant  rise 105 

Sovereign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high . .  184 

Sow  in  tiie  morn  thy  seed 500 

Speak  gently,  it  is  better  far 911 

Spirit  divine,  attend  our  prayer 172 

Spirit  of  faith,  come  down 174 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord 8 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus 580 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 192 

Still  stir  me  up  to  strive 477 

Sun  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour 822 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 789 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  258 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing.  400 

Sweet  was  the  time  v/hen  first 369 

Sweetly,  Lord,  have  we  heard 868 

Swell  the  antiiem,  raise  the  song 725 

Take  the  name  of  Jesus  with 876 

Take  up  thy  cross,  the  Saviour 543 

Talk  with  us.  Lord,  thyself  reveal 466 

Teach  me,  my  God  an'd  King 528 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days. . .  584 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come ....  597 

That  doleful  night  before  his  death. .  245 

The  chariot,  the  chariot 907 

The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace 685 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 803 

The  day  of  wratli,  that  dreadful  day.  591 
694 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HYMN 


The  God  of  Abrali'm  praise 17 

The  God  who  reigns  on  high IS 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned 131 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord .  680 
The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads  239 

The  Lord  declares  his  will 282 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed 116 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall 40  ^ 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 527 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 196 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise. . .  255 
The  Lord,  our  God,  is  clothed  v.'ith . .     51 

The  Lord  will  come,  and  not  be 71 " 

The  mistiikes  of  my  life  have 848 

The  morning  flowei-s  display  their. . .  611 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 665 

The  nations  call!  h-om  sea  to  sea 669 

The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod 695 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 28 

The  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee 200 

The  praying  spirit  breathe 761 

The  promise  of  my  Father's  love 241 

The  saints  who  die  of  Christ  pa«sest.  598 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear 283 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high 38 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word. .  173 

The  Sun  of  righteousness  appears 115 

The  thing  my  God  doth  hate 417 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries 276 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Lord 11 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Name 585 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  strength,  my. . .  474 
There  is  a  calm  for  those  who. ......  630 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood .  107 

There  is  a  gate  that  stands  ajar 853 

695 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HYMB 

There  is  a  land  immortal o .  653 

There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath 639 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 650 

There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 758 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 635 

There  is  no  sorrow,  Lord,  too  light . . .  780 

There  were  ninety  and  nine  that 8-14 

There's  a  land  that  is  fairer 896 

There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy . .     27 
These  mortal  joys,  how  soon  they  fade  503 

They  who  seek  the  throne  of 784 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  264 

Think  gently  of  the  erring  one 912 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made.  261 

This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore 23 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave 620 

Thou  art  the  way ;  to  thee  alone 81 

Thou  great  mysterious  God  unknovrn  357 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose 520 

Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose . .  158 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead 719 

Thou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of, .  568 
Thou  Lord  hast  blessed  my  going  out  808 

Thou  my  everlasting  portion 872 

Thou  Refuge  of  my  soul 533 

Thou  seest  my  feebleness. 483 

Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine. .  506 
Thou  Son  of  God,  whose  flaming  eye.  302 

Thou  whose  almighty  word 676 

Though  troubles  assail.  And  dangers.  561 
Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of. ,  650 

Through  all  the  lofty  sky 723 

Through  sorrow's  night  and 606 

Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on 804 

Thus  Lydia  sanctified  her  house 238 

696 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HYMS 

Thy  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love 46 

Thy  life  I  read,  my  gi-acious  Lord ....  608 
Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford  . .  453 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  0  Lord 530 

Thy  way,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea 45 

'Tis  a  thing  I  lon^  to  know 362 

'Tis  finished,  the  Messiah  dies. ......  103 

'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Ouve's  brow. .  110 

'Tis  my  happiness  below 535 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give 893 

To  Father,  Son  and  Holv  Ghost 922 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son 920 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son 924 

To  God,  the  only  wise 162 

To  God  your  every  want 763 

To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born 64 

To  us  a  Child  of  royal  birth 70 

To  us  this  day  a  Child  is  given ,     67 

Together  let  us  sweetly  live 885 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  tliine. 299 

Tiy  us,  0  God,  and  search  the  ground  750 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb. ...  612 

Up  to  the  bountiful  giver  of  life 890 

Uphold  me,  Saviour,  or  I  fall." 481 

Urge  on  your  rapid  course 211 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu , 391 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits 284 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame 842 

^Vait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will 560 

Vratohman,  tell  us  of  the  night 678 

We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name . . .  226 
697 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HYMK 


We  by  his  Spirit  prove 383 

We  know,  by  faith  we  know 636 

We  hft  our  hearts  to  thee 794 

We  praise  thee,  0  God 869 

We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever 903 

We  speak  of  the  land  of  the  bkst. . .  882 
We  thank  thee.  Lord  of  heaven  and .  726 

Weary  souls  that  wander  wide 285 

Welcome,  delightful  morn 260 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 253 

We're  traveling  home  to  heaven 883 

What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus 874 

What  are  these  ?i,rraye4  in  white 641 

What  could  your  Redeemer  do 286 

What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring ...     76 

What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty 130 

What  is  our  calling's  glorious  hope. .  422 
What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price . .  303 

What  shall  I  do,  my  God 390 

What  sinners  value,  I  resign 638 

What  though  the  arm  of  conquering.  625 
What  various  hind'rances  we  meet. .  766 

What  wondrous  love  is  this 871 

When  all  thy  mercie.s,  O  my  God 832 

When  at  this  distance,  Lord,  we  trace    86 
When  blooming  youth  is  snatched . . .  609 
When  Christ  doth  in  my  heart. .... .  414 

When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it . .  337 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 571 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross. .  102 

When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved 559 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay 488 

When  marshaled  on  the  nightly 69 

When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past  538 

When,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be 4^i3 

698 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HYMN 

Wken  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 104 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death . .  326 

When  shall  thy  love  constrain 329 

When  shall  \\e  meet  again. 887 

When  thou  mv  righteous  Judge 594 

When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled 290 

When  waves  of  trouble 536 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple 773 

Wherefore  should  I  make  my  moan.  815 
Wherewith,  O  Lord,  shall  I  draw  near  321 

Which  of  the  petty  kings 577 

While  dead  in  trespasses  I  lie 341 

While  in  the  agonies  of  death 95 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light  300 
While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  61 
While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power.  818 

While  thou,  O  my  God,  art 557 

While  we  with  fear  and  hope  survey  703 
While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun.  710 

Who  but  thou,  almighty  Spirit 657 

Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise . .  387 

Who  in  the  Lord  confide.. 493 

Why,  dearest  Lord,  can  I  not 759 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  618 

Why  should  our  teal's 616 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King.  183 
Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  601 

Why  thus  impatient  to  be  gone 565 

With  glorious  clouds  encompassed . . .  340 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 254 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 123 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look 347 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now 753 

Work,for'the  night  is  coming 910 

Would  Jesus  have  the  sinner  die 97 

699 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 

HYMN 

Ye  faithful  souls,  who  Jesus  know . . .  119 
Ye  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord.  114 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  hear 426 

Ye  servants  of  God 20 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 485 

Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  man 89 

Ye  wretched,  Hungry,  starving  poor. .  278 

Yes,  my  native  land  I  love 917 

Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak , . . .  361 

Young  men  and  maidens,  raise 22 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints .  = . . .  547 

Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded . . .  195 

Zion,  the  marvelous  story  be  telhng. .  136 

700 


THE  RITCAL,  THE  GENERAL  RULES, 

AND 

ARTiCLES  OF  RELIGION 

OF  THE 

METHODIST  EPISCOPAL  CHUHCH,  SOUTH. 


THE  -RTTJJ^IL,. 


SECTIOX  I. 

The  Order  for  the  Administration  of  the  Lord'' 3 

Supper. 
The  elder  shall  read  one  or  more  of  these  sentences,  dur' 

ing  the  reading  of  which  the  stewards  shall  take  up  the 

collection  for  ihepoar: 

Let  your  light  so  shine  before  men,  that 
they  naay  see  your  good  works,  and  glorify 
your  Father  which  is  in  heaven.    Matt.  v.  16. 

Lay  not  up  for  yourselves  treasures  upon 
earth,  where  moth  and  rust  doth  corrupt,  and 
where  tliieves  break  through  and  steal ;  but 
laj^  up  for  yourselves  treasures  in  heaven, 
where  neither  moth  nor  rust  doth  corrupt, 
and  where  thieves  do  not  break  through  nor 
steal.    Matt.  xi.  19,  20. 

Whatsoever  ye  would  that  men  should  do 
to  you,  do  ye  even  so  to  them ;  for  this  is  the 
law  and  the  prophets.     Matt.  vii.  12. 

Not  every  one  that  saith  unto  me,  Lord, 
Lord,  shall  enter  into  the  kingdom  of  heaven; 
but  he  that  doeth  tlie  will  of  my  Father 
which  is  in  heaven.     Matt.  vii.  21. 

Zaccheus  stood,  and  said  unto  the  Lord, 
Behold,  Lord,  the  half  of  my  goods  I  give  to 
the  poor ;  and  if  I  have  taken  any  thing  from 
any  man  by  false  accusation,  I  restore  him 
fourfold.  Luke  xix.  8. 
701 


RITUAL  OP  THE 

He  whicli  soweth  sparingly  shall  reap  also 
sparingly;  and  he  which  soweth  bountifully 
shall  reap  also  hountifuUy.  Every  man  as  he 
purposeth  in  his  lieart,  so  let  him  give;  not 
grudgingly,  or  of  necessity ;  for  God  loveth 
a  cheerful  giver.     2  Cor.  ix.  6,  ?. 

As  we  have  therefore  opportunity,  let  us  do 
good  unto  all  men,  especially  unto  them  who 
are  of  the  household  of  faith.     Gal.  vi.  10. 

Godliness  with  contentment  is  great  gain  ; 
for  we  brought  nothing  into  this  world,  and 
it  is  certain  we  can  carry  nothing  out,  1  Tim. 
vi.  6,  7. 

Charge  them  that  are  rich  in  this  world, 
that  they  be  ready  to  distribute,  willing  to 
communicate,  laying  up  in  store  for  them- 
selves a  good  foundation  against  the  time  to 
come,  that  thev  mav  lav  hold  on  eternal  life. 
1  Tim.  vi.  17,  18,  19^ 

God  is  not  unrighteous  to  forget  your  work 
and  labor  of  love,  which  ye  have  showed  to- 
ward his  name,  in  that  ye  have  ministered  to 
the  saints,  and  do  minister.    Heb.  vi.  10. 

To  do  good,  and  to  communicate,  forget 
not;  for  with  such  sacrifices  God  is  well 
pleased.    Heb.  xiii.  16. 

Whoso  hath  this  world's  good,  and  seeth 
his  brother  have  need,  and  shutteth  up  his 
bowels  of  compassion  from  him,  how  dwell- 
eth  the  love  of  God  in  him?     1  John  iii.  17. 

He  that  hath  pity  upon  the  poor,  lendeth 
unto  the  Lord ;  and'that  v.'hich  he  hath  given 
will  he  pay  him  again.     Prov.  xix.  17. 

Blessed  is  he  that  considereth  the  poor :  the 
Lord  will  deliver  him  in  time  of  trouble. 
Psalm  xli.  1. 

Then  shall  the  elder  read  this  invitation : 

Ye  that  do  truly  and  earnestly  repent  of 
your  sins,  and  are  in  love  and  charity  with 
702 


M.  E.  CHURCH,  SOUTH. 

your  neighbors,  and  intend  to  lead  anew  life, 
following  the  commandments  of  God,  and 
walking  from  henceforth  in  his  holy  waj^s, 
draw  near  with  faith,  and  tal^e  this  holy  sac- 
rament to  your  comfort,  and  nialce  your 
humble  confession  to  Almighty  God,  meekly 
kneeling  upon  your  knees. 

Then  shall  ikis  general  confession  be  made  by  the  min- 
ister, in  the  name  of  all  those  uho  are  riiinded  to  re- 
ceive the  holy  communion,  both  he  and  aU  the  people 
kneeling  humbly  upon  their  knees  and  saying. 

Almighty  God,  Father  of  our  Lord  Jesus 
Christ.  Maker  of  all  things.  Judge  of  all  men, 
we  acknowledge  and  bewail  our  manifold 
sins  and  wickedness,  which  we  from  time  to 
time  most  grievously  have  committed,  by 
thought,  word,  and  deed,  against  tin'  Divine 
Majesty,  provoking  most  justly  thy  wrath 
and  indignation  against  us.  We  do  earnestly 
repent,  and  are  heartily  sorry  for  these  our 
misdoings :  the  remembrance  of  them  is 
grievous  unto  us.  Have  mercy  upon  us,  have 
mercy  upon  us,  most  merciful  Father:  for 
thy  Son  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ's  sake  forgive 
us  all  that  is  past,  and  grant  that  we  may 
ever  hereafter  serve  and  please  thee  in  new- 
ness of  life,  to  the  honor  and  glorj'  of  thy 
name,  through  J  csus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen. 

Then  shall  the  elder  say, 

0  Almighty  God,  our  Heavenly  Father, 
who  of  thy  great  mercy  hast  promised  for- 
giveness of  sins  to  all  them  that  with  hearty 
repentance  and  true  faith  turn  to  thee :  have 
mercy  upon  us ;  pardon  and  deliver  us  from 
all  our  sins,  confirm  and  strengthen  us  in  all 
goodness,  and  bring  us  to  everlasting  life, 
through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.  Ame7i. 
703 


RITUAL  OF  THE 

The  Collect. 
Almighty  God,  unto  whom  all  hearts  be 
open,  all  desires  known,  and  from  whom  no 
secrets  are  hid:  cleanse  the  thoutrhts  of  our 
hearts  by  the  inspiration  of  thy  Holy  Spirit, 
that  we  may  perfectly  love  thee,  and  worthily 
magnify  thy  holy  name,  through  Christ  our 
Lord.     Amen. 

Then  shall  the  elder  eay. 

It  is  verj"  meet,  right,  and  our  bounden 
duty,  that  we  should  at  all  times,  and  in  all 
places,  give  tl tanks  unto  thee,  O  Lord,  holy 
Father,  almiglity,  everlasting  God. 

Therefore  with  angels  and  archangels,  and 
vrith  all  the  company  of  heaven,  we  laud  and 
magnify  thy  glorious  name,  evermore  prais- 
ing thee,  and  saying,  Holy,  holy,  hoh%  Lord 
God  of  hosts,  heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  thy 
glor5^  Glory  be  to  thee,  O  Lord  most  high. 
Amen. 

Then  shall  the  elder  say. 

We  do  not  presume  to  come  to  this  thy 
table,  O  merciful  Lord,  trusting  in  our  own 
righteousness,  but  in  thy  manifold  and  great 
mercies.  We  are  not  worthy  so  much  as  to 
gather  up  the  crumbs  under  thy  table.  But 
thou  art  the  same  Lord,  whos  .  property  is  al- 
ways to  have  mere}' :  Grar;t  us,  therefore, 
gracious  Lord,  so  to  eat  the  flesh  of  thy  dear 
Son  Jesus  Christ,  and  to  drink  his  blood,  that 
our  sinful  souls  and  bodies  may  be  made  clean 
by  his  death,  and  washed  through  his  most 
precious  blood,  and  that  we  may  evermore 
dwell  in  him,  and  he  in  us.  Amen. 
Then  the  elder  shall  say  the  prayer  of  consecration,  as 
follow  eth  : 

Almighty  God,  our  Heavenly  Father,  who 
of  thy  tender  mercy  didst  give  thine  only  Son 
Jesus  Christ  to  suffer  death  upon  the  cross  for 
704 


M.  E.  CHL*RCH,  SOUTH. 

our  redemption  ;  ^vho  made  there  (by  Lis  ob- 
lation of  himself  once  offered;  a  full*  perfect, 
and  sufficient  sacrifice,  oblation,  and  satisfac- 
tion for  the  sins  of  the  whole  world;  and  did 
institute,  and  in  his  holy  Gospel  command  us 
to  continue,  a  perpetual  memory  of  that  his 
precious  death  until  his  coming  again  :  hear 
us,  0  merciful  Father,  we  most  humbly  be- 
seech thee,  and  grant  that  we,  receiving  these 
thy  creatures  of  bread  and  wine,  according  to 
thy  Son  our  Saviour  Jesus  Christ's  holy  in- 
stitution, in  remembrance  of  his  death'  and 
passion,  may  be  partakers  of  his  most  blessed 
body  and  blood :  who  in  the  same  night  that 
he  was  betrayed  took  bread;  and  when  he 
had  given  thanks,  he  brake  it,  and  gave  it  to 
Ids  disciples,  saying,  Take,  eat ;  this  is  my 
body  which  is  given  for  you :  do  this  in  re- 
membrance of  me.  Likewise  after  supper  he 
took  the  cup :  and  when  he  had  given  thanks, 
he  gave  it  to  them,  saying,  Drink  ye  all  of 
this ;  for  this  is  my  blood  of  the  New  Testa- 
ment, which  is  shed  for  you  and  for  many, 
for  the  remission  of  sins :  *do  this,  as  oft  as  ye 
shall  drink  it,  in  remembrance  of  me.  Amen. 

Then  shall  the  minister  first  receive  the  communion  in 
both  kinds  himself,  and  then  proceed  to  deliver  the  same 
to  the  other  ministers  in  like  manner,  if  any  be  pres- 
ent. Then  shall  he  say  the  Lord 's  Prayer,  the  people 
siUl  kneelini)  and  repeating  after  him  every  petition. 

Our  Father  who  art  in  heaven,  hallowed 
be  thy  name ;  thy  kingdom  come ;  thy  will 
be  done  on  earth, 'as  it  is  in  heaven  ;  give  us 
this  day  our  daily  bread ;  and  forgive  us  our 
trespasses,  as  we  forgive  Ihose  who  trespass 
against  us;  and  lead  us  not  into  temptation, 
but  deliver  us  from  evil ;  for  thine  is  the 
kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the  giory,  for- 
ever and  ever.  Arnen. 
45  705 


RITUAL  OF  THE 

Then  a  hymn  may  be  sung,  and  the  comjnunicants  sJiall 
be  invited  to  the  table.  The  minister  shall  deliver  both 
kinds  to  the  people  into  their  hand^.  When  he  deliv- 
ereth  the  bread,  he  shall  say, 

The  bod}'-  of  our  Lord  Jesus  Clirist,  which 
was  given  for  thee,  preserve  thy  soul  and  body 
unto  everlasting  life.  Take  and  eat  this  in 
remembrance  that  Christ  died  for  thee,  and 
feed  on  liim  in  thy  heart  by  faith  with  thanks- 
giving. 

And  the  minister  that  deliver eth  the  cup  shall  say, 
The  blood  of  our  Lord  Jesns  Christ,  which 
was  shed  for  thee,  preserve  thy  soid  and  body 
unto  everlasting  life.  Drink  tiiis  in  remem- 
brance that  Christ's  blood  was  shed  for  thee, 
and  be  thankful. 

When  nil  have  communicated,  the  minister  shall  return 
to  the  Lord's  table,  and  place  upon  it  u-hat  retnaineth 
of  the  consecrated  elements,  covering  the  same  with  a 
fair  linen  cloth. 

The  minister  may  then  say  asfolloweth  : 
0  Lord  and  Heavenly  Father,  we  thy  hum- 
ble servants  desire  thy  fatherlj^  goodness  mer- 
cifully to  accept  this  our  sacrifice  of  praise 
and  thanksgiving,  most  humbly  beseeching 
thee  to  grant  that,  by  the  merits  and  death  of 
thy  Son  Jesus  Christ,  and  through  faith  in  his 
blood,  we  and  thy  whole  Church  maj''  obtain 
remission  of  our  sins,  and  all  other  benefits  of 
his  passion.  And  here  we  offer  and  present 
unto  thee,  0  Lord,  ourselves,  our  souls  and 
bodies,  to  be  a  reasonable,  holy,  and  lively 
sacrifice  unto  thee;  humbly  beseeching  thee 
that  all  we  who  are  parta.kers  of  this  holy 
communion  may  be  filled  with  thy  grace  and 
heavenly  benediction.  And  although  we  be 
unworthy,  tli  rough  our  manifold  sins,  to  offer 
unto  thee  any  sacrifice,  yet  we  beseech  thee 
to  accept  this  our  bounden  duty  and  service; 
706 


M.  E.  CHURCH,  SOUTH. 

notr  weighii^g  our  mt.'rits,  but  pardoning  our 
offenses,  through  Jesus  Ciirist  our  Lord :  by 
whom,  and  with  whom,  in  the  unity  of  the 
Holy  Ghost,  all  honor  and  glory  be  unto  thee, 
0  Father  Almighty,  world  without  end. 
Amen.  y,,^^^^  ^.^^^  ^^  ^^.^^ 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high,  and  on  earth, 
peace,  good-will  toward  men.  We  praise 
thee,  we  bless  thee,  we  worship  thee,  we  glo- 
rify thee,  we  give  thanks  to  thee  for  thy  great 
glory,  O  Lord  God.  heavenly  King,  God  the 
Father  Almighty. 

O  Lord  the'  only  begotten  Son,  Jesus 
Christ:  0  Lord  God,  Lamb  of  God,  Son  of  the 
Father,  that  takest  away  the  sins  of  the  world, 
have  mercy  upon  us.  Thou  that  takest  away 
the  sins  of  the  world,  have  mercy  upon  us. 
Thou  that  takest  away  the  sins  of  the  world, 
receive  our  prayer.  Thou  that  sitteth  at  tiie 
right  hand  of  God  the  Father,  have  mercy 
upon  us. 

For  thou  only  art  holy ;  thou  only  art  the 
Lord;  thou  only,  0  Christ,  witli  the  Holy 
Ghost,  art  most  high  in  the  glory  of  God  the 
Father.     Amen. 

Then  ike  elder,  if  he  *ce  it  expedient,  may  put  up  an  ex- 
tempornneovs  prayer;  and  afterward  ihalt  let  (he  peo- 
ple dep'vrt  ivith  thUi  bleasing: 

May  the  peace  of  God,  which  passoth  all 
understanding,  keep  your  h.earts  and  minds 
in  the  knowledge  and  love  of  God,  and  of  his 
Son  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord  ;  and  the  blessing 
of  God  Almighty,  the  Father,  the  Son,  and 
tlie  Holy  Ghost,  be  among  you,  and  remain 
with  you  always.     A^nen. 

If  the  elder  be  straitened  for  fwic,  he  may  omit  any  part 

of  the  service  except  the  prayer  of  consecration. 

707 


RITUAL  OF  THE 

If  the  comecrated  bread  or  wine  he  all  ipent  before  all 
have  comniumcated,  the  elder  }nai/ consecrate  more,  by 
repeating  the  prayer  of  consecration. 

Let  those  who  have  acruples  conce  ning  the  receiving  of 
the  communion  kneeling,  be  permitted,  to  receive  it 
either  standing  or  sitting;  but  no  person  shall  be  ad- 
mitted to  the  Lord's  Supper  among  us  ivho  is  guilty  of 
any  practice  for  which  we  would  exclude  a  jiiember  of 
our  Church. 


SECTION  II. 

The  Ministration  of  Baptism  to  Infants. 

The  minister,  coming  to  the  font,  ivhich  is  to  be  filled 
with  pure  water,  shall  use  the  following ,  or  some  other 
suitable  exhortation. 

Dearly  beloved,  forasmuch  as  all  men  are 
conceived  and  born  in  sin,  and  that  our  Sav- 
iour Christ  saith,  Except  a  man  be  born  of 
water  and  of  the  Spirit,  he  cannot  enter  into 
the  kingdom  of  God  :  I  beseech  you  to  call 
upon  God  the  Father,  through  *  our  Lord 
Jesus  Christ,  that  of  his  bounteous  goodness  he 
will  grant  to  this  child,  now  to  be  baptized  with 
water,  that  whicli  by  nature  he  cannot  have: 
that  he  may  be  baptized  with  the  Holy  Ghost, 
and  received  into  Christ's  lioly  Church,  and 
be  m^ade  a  lively  member  of  tiie  same. 
Then  shall  the  minister  say, 
Let  us  pray. 

Almighty  and  everlasting  God,  we  beseech 
thee  for  thine  infinite  mercies,  that  thou  wilt 
look  upon  this  child:  wash  him  and  sanctify 
him  with  the  Holy  Ghost;  that  he,  being 
saved  by  thy  grace,  may  be  received  into 
the  ark  of  Christ's  Church,  and  being  stead- 
fast in  faith,  joyful  through  hope,  and  rooted 
in  love,  may  so  pass  the  waves  of  this  troub- 
lesome world,  that  finally  he  may  come  to 
the  land  of  everlasting  life,  there  to  reign  with 
708 


M.  E.  CHURCH,  SOUTH. 

thee,  world  without  end,  through  Jesus  Christ 
our  Lord.    Amen, 

O  merciful  God,  grant  that  the  old  Adam 
in  this  child  may  be  so  buried,  that  the  new 
man  may  be  raised  up  in  him.     Amen. 

Grant  that  ail  carnal  affections  may  die  in 
him.,  and  that  all  things  belonging  to  the 
Spirit  may  live  and  grow  in  him.     Amen. 

Grant  that  he  may  have  power  and  strength 
to  have  victory,  and  to  triumph  against  the 
devil,  the  world,  and  the  tlesh.     Amen. 

Grant  tliat  whosoever  is  dedicated  to  thee 
by  our  office  and  ministry  may  also  be  en- 
dued with  heavenly  virtues,  and  everlasting- 
ly rewarded  through  thy  mercy,  0  blessed 
Lord  God,  who  dost  live  and  govei-n  ail 
things,  world  without  end.     Amen. 

Almighty,  ever-living  God,  whose  most 
dearly  beloVed  Son  Jesus  Christ,  for  the  for- 
giveness of  our  sins,  did  shed  out  of  his  most 
precious  side  both  water  and  blood,  and  gave 
commandment  to  his  disciples  that  they 
should  go  teach  all  nations,  and  baptize  them 
in  the  name  of  the  Father,  and  of  the  Son, 
and  of  the  Holy  Ghost:  regard,  we  beseech 
thee,  the  supplications  of  thy  congregation ; 
and  grant  that  this  child  now  to  be  baptized, 
may  receive  the  fullness  of  thy  grace,  and  ever 
remain  in  the  number  of  thy  faithful  and 
elect  children,  throtigh  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 
Amen. 

Then  shall  (he  people  stand  vp;  and  the  minister  shall 

kaij. 

Hear  the  words  of  the  Gospel,  written  by  St.  Mark, 

in  the  tenth  chapter,  at  the  thirteenth  verse. 

They  brought  young  children  to  Christ,  that 
he  should  toucli  them.     And  his  disciples  re- 
buked them  that  brought  them  ;  but  when 
Jesus  saw  it,  he  was  much  displeased,  and 
709 


RITUAL  OF  THE 

said  unto  them,  Suffer  the  little  children  to 
come  unto  me,  and  forbid  them  not,  for  of 
such  is  the  kingdom  of  God.  Verily  I  say 
unto  you.  Whosoever  shall  not  receive  the 
kingdom  of  God  as  a  little  child,  he  sliall  not 
enter  therein.  And  he  took  them  up  in  his 
arms,  put  his  hands  upon  them,  and  blessed 
riiem. 

Then  ike  minister,  addressing  the  parents,  or  ethers  pre- 
senting the  child,  shall  say, 

In  causing  this  child  to  be  brought  by  bap- 
tism into  the  Church  of  Christ,  it  is  your  duty 
to  teach  Jiim  to  renounce  the  devil  and  ail  his 
v/orks,  the  vain  pomp  and  glory  of  the  world, 
with  all  covetous  desires  of  the  same,  and  the 
carnal  desires  of  the  flesh,  so  that  he  may  not 
follow  or  be  led  by  them  ;  to  believe  all  the 
ariicles  of  the  Christian  faith  ;  and  to  obedi- 
ently keep  God's  holy  will  and  command- 
ments all  the  days  of  his  life. 

Then  the  minister  shall  fake  the  child  into  his  hands,  ij 
convenient,  and  say  to  the  friends  of  the  child, 

Xame  this  child. 
And  then,  naming  it  after  them,  he  shall  sprinkle  or  pour 

vjaier  upon  it  {or",  if  desired,  immerse      in  water), 

saying, 

N.,  I  baptize  thee  in  the  name  of  the  Father, 
and  of  the  Son,  and  of  the  Holy  Ghost.  Amen. 

The  minister  -may,  at  his  discretion,  lay  hands  on  the 
subject,  nccompanying  the  act  with  a  siiitable  invoca- 
tion, and  then,  aU  kneeling,  dose  with  extemporaneous 
devotions  and  the  Lord's  Prayer. 
Our  Father  who  art  in  heaven,  hallowed  be 
thy  name;  thy  kingdom  come;  thy  will  be 
done  on  earth,  as  it  is  in  heaven  ;  give  us  this 
day  our  daily  bread  ;  and  forgive  us  our  tres- 
passes,  as  we    forgive    those    who    trespass 
against  us;  and  lead  us  not  into  temptation, 
bat  deliver  us  from  evil.    Amen. 
710 


M.  E.  CHURCH,  SOUTH. 

SECTION  III. 

The  Ministration  of  Baptism  to  such  as  are  of 
Riper  Years.  ' 

The  minister,  coming  to  the  font,  which  is  to  he  filled 
with  pure  iiater,  shall  use  the  following,  err  some  other 
suitable  exhortation : 

Dearly  beloved,  forasmuch  as  all  men  are 
conceived  and  born  in  sin  (and  that  which  is 
born  of  the  fiesh  is  fiesh,  and  they  that  are  in 
the  flesh  cannot  please  God,  but'  live  in  sin, 
committing  many  actual  transgressions),  and 
that  our  Saviour  Christ  saith,  Except  a  man 
be  born  of  water  and  of  tlie  Spirit,  he  cannot 
enter  into  the  kingdom  of  God;  I  beseech  you 
to  call  upon  God  the  Father,  through  our 
Lord  Jesus  Christ,  that  of  his  bounteous 
mercy  he  will  grant  to  these  persons,  now*to  be 
baptized  with  water,  that  which  by  nature  they 
cannot  have:  that  they  may  be  baptized  with 
tlie  Holy  Ghost,  received  into  Christ's  holy 
Church,  and  be  made  lively  members  of  the 
same. 

Then  shall  the  minister  say, 

Almighty  and  immortal  God,  the  aid  of  all 
that  need,  the  helper  of  all  that  flee  to  thee  for 
succor,  the  life  of  them  that  believe,  and  the 
resurrection  of  the  dead:  we  call  upon  thee 
for  these  persons  now  to  be  baptized.  Eeceive 
them,  0  Lord,  as  thou  hast  promised  by  tin' 
well -beloved  Son,  saying,  Ask,  and  ye  shall 
receive;  seek,  and  ye  shall  find;  knock,  and 
it  siiall  be  opened*  unto  you :  so  give  now 
unto  us  that  ask  ;  let  us  that  seek  find ;  open 
the  gate  unto  us  that  knock ;  that  these  per- 
sons may  enjoy  the  everlasting  benediction  of 
thy  heavenly  washing,  and  may  come  to  tlie 
eternal  kingdom  which  thou  hast  promised 
by  Christ  our  Lord.  Amen. 
711 


RITUAL  OF  THE 

Then  shall  the  people  stand  up,  and  the  minider  shall 

say, 
Hear  the  words  of  the  Gospel,  written  by  St.  John, 
in  the  third  chapter,  beginning  at  the  first  verse  : 
There  was  a  man  of  the  Pharisees,  named 
Nicodemus,  a  ruler  of  the  Jews:  the  same 
came  to  Jesus  by  night,  and  said  unto  him, 
Rabbi,  we  know  that  thou  art  a  teacher  come 
from  God  ;  for  no  man  can  do  these  miracles 
that  thou  doest,  except  God  be  with  him. 
Jesus  answered  and  said  unto  him,  Veril3% 
verily,  I  say  unto  thee,  Except  a  man  be  born 
again,  he  cannot  see  the  kingdom  of  God. 
Nicodemus  saith  unto  liim,  How  can  a  man 
be  born  when  he  is  old?  Can  he  enter  the 
second  time  into  his  mother's  womb,  and  be 
born?  Jesus  answered.  Verily,  verily,  I  say 
unto  thee,  Except  a  man  be  "born  of  water, 
and  bf  the  Spirit,  lie  cannot  enter  into  the 
kingdom  of  God.  That  which  is  born  of  the 
flesh  is  flesh  ;  and  that  which  is  born  of  the 
Spirit  is  spirit.  Marvel  not  that  I  said  unto 
thee.  Ye  must  be  born  again.  The  wind 
bloweth  where  it  listeth,  and  thou  hearest 
the  sound  thereof,  but  canst  not  tell  whence 
it  Cometh,  and  whither  it  goeth  ;  so  is  ever}' 
one  that  is  born  of  the  Spirit. 
Then  the  minister  shall  speak  to  the  persons  to  be  bap- 
tized on  this  wise: 
Well-beloved,  who  are  come  hither,  desir- 
ing to  receive  holy  baptism,  ye  have  heard 
how  the  congregation  hath  prayed  that  our 
Lord  Jesus  Christ  would  vouchsafe  to  receive 
you,  and  bless  yon,  to  release  you  of  your  sins, 
to  give  yon  the  kingdom  of  heaven,  and  ever- 
lasting life.  And  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ  hath 
promised  in  his  holy  word  to  grant  all  those 
things  that  we  have  prayed  for ;  which  prom- 
ise he  for  his  part  will  most  surely  keep  and 
perform. 

712 


M.  E.  CHURCH,  SOUTH. 

Wherefore  after  this  promise  made  by 
Christ,  ye  must  also  faithfully,  for  your  part, 
promise  in  the  presence  of  this  whole  congre- 
gation, that  ye  will  renounce  the  devil  and  all 
his  works,  and  constantly  believe  God's  holy 
word,  and  obediently  keep*  his  command- 
ments. 

Then  shall  the  minister  demand  of  each  of  the  persons  to 
be  baptized,  severally: 

Ques.  Dost  thou  renounce  the  devil  and  all 
his  vvoi'ks,  the  vain  pomp  and  glory  of  the 
world,  with  all  covetous  desires  of  the  same, 
and  the  carnal  desires  of  the  flesh,  so  that 
thou  wilt  not  follow  or  be  led  by  them  ? 

Ans.  I  renounce  them  all. 

Ques.  Dost  thou  believe  in  God  the  Father 
Almiglity,  Maker  of  heaven  and  earth  ?  and 
in  Jesus  Christ,  his  only  begotten  Son  our 
Lord?  and  that  he  was  conceived  by  the 
Holy  Ghost,  born  of  the  Virgin  Mary?  that 
he  suffered  under  Pontius  Pilate,  was  cruci- 
fied, dead,  and  buried?  that  he  rose  again  the 
third  day?  that  he  ascended  into  heaven,  and 
sitteth  at  the  right  hand  of  God  the  Father 
Almighty,  and  from  thence  shall  come  again, 
at  the  end  of  the  world,  to  judge  the  quick 
and  the  dead? 

And  dost  thou  believe  in  the  Holy  Ghost, 
the  Cliurch  of  God,  the  communion  of  saints, 
the  remission  of  sins,  the  resurrection  of  the 
body,  and  everlasting  life  after  death  ? 

Ans.  All  this  I  steadfastly  believe. 

Ques.  Wilt  thou  be  baptized  in  this  faith  ? 

Alls.  Tliis  is  my  desire. 

Ques.  V/ilt  thou  then  obediently  keep 
God's  holy  will  and  commandments,  and 
v/alk  in  the  same  all  the  days  of  thy  life? 

Ans.  I  will  endeavor  so  to  do,  God  being 
mv  helper. 

713 


EITUAL  OF  THE 

Then  shall  the  minhter  say, 

0  merciful  God,  grant  that  the  old  Adam 
in  these  persons  may  be  so  buried,  that  the 
new  man  may  be  raised  up  in  them.     Amen. 

Gi-ant  that  all  carnal  affections  may  die  in 
them,  and  that  "all  things  belonging  to  the 
Spirit  may  live  and  grow  in  them.     Amen. 

Grant  that  they  may  have  power  and 
strength  to  have  victory,  and  to  triumph 
against  the  devil,  the  world,  and  the  tiesh. 
Amen. 

Grant  that  they,  being  here  dedicated  to  thee 
by  our  ofSce  and  ministry,  may  also  be  en- 
dued with  lieavenly  virtues  and  everlasting- 
ly rewarded,  through  thy  mercy,  O  blessed 
Lord  God,  w'no  dost  live  and  govern  all 
things,  world  without  end.     Amen. 

Almighty,  ever-living  God,  whose  most 
dearly  beloved  Son  Jesus  Christ,  for  the  for- 
giveness of  our  sins,  did  slied  out  of  his  most 
precious  side  both  water  and  blood,  and  gave 
commandment  to  his  disciples,  that  the}' 
should  go  teach  all  nations,  and  baptize  them 
in  the  name  of  the  Father,  and  of  the  Son, 
and  of  the  Holy  Ghost :  regard,  we  beseech 
thee,  the  supplications  of  this  congregation ; 
and  grant  that  the  persons  now  to  be  baptized 
may  receive  the  fullness  of  thy  grace,  and  ever 
remain  in  the  number  of  ihy  faithful  and 
elect  children,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 
Amen. 

Then  shall  the  minister  take  each  person  to  be  baptized 
by  the  right  hand;  and  placing  him  convenirntly  by 
the  font',  according  to  hs  discretion,  s?ia(l  ask  the 
name;  and  then  shall  s-prinkle  or  pour  water  upon 
him  {or  if  he  shall  desire  it,  shall  immerse  him  in  wa- 
ter), saying, 

N.,  I  baptize  thee  in  the  name  of  the  Father, 
and  of  the  Son,  and  of  the  Holy  Ghost.  Amen. 
The  minister  may,  at  his  discretion,  lay  hands  on  the 

714 


M.  E.  CHURCH,  SOUTH. 

subject,  accompai\ying  the  act  with  a  suitable  invoca- 
tion. 


SECTION  IV. 

Farm  of  the  Reception  and  Recognition  of 
Church-members. 

The  minister  shall  cause  the  candidates  to  he  placed  con- 
veniently before  the  congregation,  and  o.fier  baptizing 
any  icho  may  7iot  have  been  previondy  baptized,  he 
shall  nay.- 

Breriiren,  the  Church  is  of  God,  and  will 
be  preserved  to  the  end  of  tiiue,  for  the  pro- 
motion of  his  worijhip  and  the  due  adminis- 
tration of  hi5  VTurd  and  oixlinauces — the 
maintenance  of  CiiHstian  fellowship  and 
discipHne — the  editication  of  believers,  and 
the  conversion  of  the  world.  All,  of  every 
age  and  station,  stand  in  need  of  the  means 
of  grace  which  it  alone  supplies ;  and  it  in- 
vites all  alike  to  become  fellow-citizens  Vvirh 
the  saints  and  uf  the  household  of  God.  But 
as  none  who  have  arrived  at  years  of  discre- 
tion can  remain  within  its  pales,  or  be  ad- 
mitted to  its  communion,  without  assuming 
its  obligations,  it  is  my  duty  to  demand  of 
these  }»-rsons  present  whether  they  are  resolved 
to  assume  the  same. 

Then  shall  the  minister  address  the  candidates,  as  fal- 
lows : 

Dearly  beloved,  you  profess  to  have  a  de- 
sire to  flc-e  from  the  wrath  to  come  and  to  be 
saved  from  your  sins;  you  seek  the  fellow- 
sliip  of  the  people  of  God,  to  assist  you  in 
working  out  your  salvation  ;  I  therefore  de- 
mand of  you: 

Do  3'ou  solemnly,  in  the  presence  of  God 
and  this  congregation,  ratify  and  confirm  the 
promise  and  vow  of  repentance,  faith,  and 
715 


RITUAL  OF  THE 

obedience,  contained  in  the  baptismal  cove- 
nant? 

A'lis.  I  do,  God  being  my  helper. 

Will  you  be  subject  to  the  discipline  of  the 
Church,  attend  upon  its  ordinances,  and  sup- 
port its  institutions? 

A)is.  I  will  endeavor  so  to  do,  by  the  help 
of  God. 

The  minister  shall  then  say  to  the  candidates: 
We  rejoice  to  recognize  you  as  members  of 
the  Church  of  Christ,  and  bid  you  welcome 
to  all  its  privileges;  and  in  token  of  our 
brotherly  love,  we  give  you  the  right  hand  of 
fellowship,  and  pray  that  you  may  be  num- 
bered with  his  people  here,  and  with  his  saints 
in  glory  everlasting. 

77ie  minister  shall  then  say  to  the  congregation : 
Brethren,  I  commend  to  your  love  and  care 
these  persons  whom  we  this  day  recognize  as 
members  of  the  Church  of  Christ.  Do  ail  in 
your  power  to  increase  their  faith,  confirm 
their  hope,  and  perfect  them  in  love. 

Then  may  follow  a  hymn  suitable  to  the  occasion  {as 

749-753 ),  and  the  rninUier  shall  say  : 

Let  us  pray. 

Almighty  God,  we  thank  thee  for  founding 

thy  Church,  and  promising  that  the  gates  of 

hell  shall  not  prevail  against  it.     We  bless 

thee  for  calling  us  to  the  fellowship  of  thy 

people,  and  for  numbering  us  with  the  sons 

and  daughters  of  the  Lord  Almighty.     We 

especially  praise  thy  name  for  enabling  these 

tliy  servants  to  avouch  the  Lord  to  be  their 

God.     Help  thef^n  to  perform  the  promise  and 

vow  which  they  have  made,  to  renounce  the 

devil,  the  world,  and  the  flesh  ;  to  believe  the 

record  which  thou  hast  given  of  thy  Son  ;  and 

to  walk  in  all  thy  commandments  and  ordi- 

716 


31.  E.  CnUKCH,  SOUTH. 

nances  blameless,  to  the  end  of  their  lives. 
May  their  communion  with  thy  people  be 
sanctified  to  their  growth  in  grace  and  in  the 
knowledge  of  our  Lord  and  Saviour  Jesus 
Christ,  being  nourished  and  knit  together, 
increasing  with  the  increase  of  God.  May 
thy  people  do  them  good,  and  may  they 
prove  a  blessing  to  thy  people.  And  grant"^ 
0  Lord,  that  all  who  are  here  members  of  thy 
militant  Church,  through  thy  mercy,  the 
merit  of  thy  Son,  and  the  grace'  of  thy  Spirit, 
may  finally  be  made  members  of  "thy  tri- 
umphant Church  in  heaven.     Amen. 

Almighty  and  everlasting  God,  Heavenly 
Father,  we  give  thee  humble  thanks,  for  that 
thou  hast  vouchsafed  to  call  us  to  the  knowl- 
edge of  thy  grace,  and  faith  in  thee :  increase 
this  knowledge  and  confirm  this  faith  in  us 
everniore.  Give  thy  Holy  Spirit  to  these  per- 
sons, that  they,  being  born  again,  may  be 
made  heirs  of  everlasting  salvation,  through 
our  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  who  liveth  and  reign- 
eth  with  thee  and  the  Holy  Spirit,  now  and 
forever.     Amen. 

Our  Father  who  art  in  heaven,  hallowed  be 
thy  name;  thy  kingdom  come;  thy  will  be 
done  on  earth,  as  it  is  in  heaven  ;  give  us  this 
day  our  daily  bread  ;  and  forgive  us  our  tres- 
passes, as  we  forgive  those  who  trespass 
against  us;  and  lead  us  not  into  temptation, 
but  deliver  us  from  evil.     Amen. 


SECTION  V. 

The  form  of  Solemnization  of  Matrimony. 

At  the  day  and  time  appointed  for  the  solemnization  of 
matrimony,  the  persons  to  be  niaj'ried  {having  been 
qualiiied  according  to  lav:)  standing  toaether,  the  man  ■ 
on  the  right  hand  and  the  tcoman  on  the  left,  the  min- 
ister shall  say  : 

717 


RITUAL  OF  THE 

Dearly  beloved,  we  are  gathered  together 
here  in  the  sight  of  God,  and  in  the  preseiiCC 
of  these  witnesses,  to  join  together  tl)is  man 
and  this  woman  in  holy  matrimony  ;  which 
is  an  honoi-able  estate,' instituted  of  God  in 
the  time  of  man's  innocency,  signifying  unto 
us  the  mystical  union  that  is  between  Christ 
and  liis  Church ;  v/hich  holy  estate  Christ 
adorned  and  beautiiied  with  his  presence, 
and  first  miracle  that  he  wrought  in  Cana  of 
Galilee,  and  is  commended  of  St,  Paul  to  be 
honorable  among  all  men  ;  and  therefore  is 
not  by  any  to  be  enterprised,  or  taken  in  hand 
unadvisedly,  but  reverently,  discreetly,  advis- 
edly, and  in  the  fear  of  God. 

Into  which  holy  estate  these  two  persons 
present  come  now  to  be  joined.  Therefore  if 
any  can  shov/  any  just  cause  why  they  may 
not  lawfully  be  joined  together,  let  him  now 
speak,  or  else  hereafter  forever  hold  his  peace. 

And  also  speaking  unto  the  persons  that  are  to  be  mar- 
ried, he  shall  say: 
I  require  and  charge  you  both  (as  ye  will 
answer  at  the  dreadful  day  of  judgment, 
when  the  secrets  of  all  hearts  shall  be  dis- 
closed), that  if  either  of  you  know  any  imped- 
iment why  ye  may  not  be  lawfully  joined 
together  in  riiatrimony,  ye  do  nov>^ confess  it; 
for  be  ye  well  assured,  that  so  many  as  are 
coupled  together  otherwise  than  God's  word 
doth  allow,  are  not  joined  together  by  God, 
neither  is  their  matrimony  lav/ful. 

If  no  impediment  he  alleged,  then  shall  the  minister  say 
unto  the  man, 

Jf.,  Wilt  thou  have  this  woman  to  thy 
wedded  wife,  to  live  together  after  God's  or- 
dinance, in  the  holy  estate  of  matriniony? 
"NVilt  thou  love  her,  comfort  her,  honor,  and 
keep  her,  la  sickness  and  hi  health:  and,  for- 
713 


M.  E.  CHTECn,  SOUTH. 

saking  all  otlier,  keep  thee  only  unto  her,  so 
long  as  ye  both  shall  live? 

The  man  shall  arvstcer, 
I  will. 
TTien  shall  the  minister  say  unto  the  icoman, 
N.,  Wilt  thou  have  this  man  to  thy  wed- 
ded husband,  to  live  together  after  God's  or- 
dinance, in   the  holy  estate  of  matrimony? 
Wilt  thou  obey  him,  serve  him,  love,  honor, 
and  keep   hini,  in   sickness   and  in  health; 
and,  forsaking  all  other,  keep  thee  only  unto 
him,  so  long  as  ye  both  shall  live? 
The  icoman  shall  ansfjoer, 
I  will. 
When  the  parties  so  desire,  the  man  shall  give  unto  the 
woman  aring;  and  the  minister  taking  the  ring  shall 
deliver  it  unto  the  man,  to  put  it  upon  the  fourth  lin- 
ger of  the  icoman'' s  left  hand;  and  the  man,  holding 
the  ring  there,  and  taught  by  the  minister,  shall  say. 

With  this  ring  I  thee  wed,  and  with  all  my 
worldly  goods  Tthee  endow  :  in  the  name  of 
the  Father,  and  of  the  Son,  and  of  the  Holy 
Ghost.     Amen. 

Then  shall  the  minister  say. 
Let  lis  pray. 

Our  Father  wdio  art  in  heaven,  hallowed 
be  thy  name;  thy  kingdom  come;  thy  will 
be  done  on  earth,  as  it  is  in  heaven  ;  give  us 
this  day  our  daily  bread  ;  and  forgive  us  our 
trespasses,  as  we  forgive  tb.ose  who  trespass 
against  us;  and  lead  us  not  into  temptation, 
but  deliver  us  from  evil ;  for  thine  is  the 
kingdom,  and  the  power  and  the  glory,  for- 
ever and  ever.     Amen. 

O  eternal  God,  Creator  and  Preserver  of  all 
mankind,  Giver  of  all  spiritual  grace,  the 
Author  of  everlasting  life,  send  thv  blessing 
719 


EITUAL  OF  THE 

upon  these  thy  servants,  this  man  and  this 
woman,  whom  we  bless  in  thy  name ;  that  as 
Isaac  and  Rebecca  hved  faithfully  together, 
so  these  persons  may  surely  perform  and  keep 
the  vow  and  covenant  between  them  made, 
and  may  ever  remain  in  perfect  love  and 
peace  together,  and  live  according  to  thy 
lav,'s  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen. 

Then  shall  the  minister  join  their  right  hands  together, 
and  say, 

Those  whom  God  hath  joined  together  let 
not  man  put  asunder. 

Forasmuch  as  M.  and  N.  have  consented  to- 
gether in  holy  wedlock,  and  have  witnessed 
the  same  before  God  and  this  company',  and 
thereto  have  pledged  their  faith  either  to 
other,  and  have  declared  the  same  by  joining 
hands,  I  pronounce  that  they  are  man  and 
wife  together,  in  the  name  of  the  Father,  and 
of  the  Son,  and  of  the  Holy  Ghost.    Ameii. 

And  the  minister  shall  add  this  blessing: 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son,  God  the 
Holy  Ghost,  bless,  preserve,  and  keep  you  ; 
the  Lord  mercifully  with  his  favor  look  upon 
you ;  and  so  fill  you  with  all  spiritual  bene- 
diction and  grace,  that  ye  may  so  live  to- 
gether in  this  life,  that  in  the  world  to  come 
ye  may  have  life  everlasting.     Amen. 


SECTION  VI. 

The  Order  of  the  Burial  of  the  Dead. 

The  viinister,  meeting  the  corpse,  and  going  before  it, 
shall  say, 

I  am  the  resurrection  and  the  life:  he  that 
believeth  in  me,  though  he  were  dead,  yet 
shall  he  live;  and  whosoever  liveth,  and  be- 
lieveth in  me,  shall  never  die.    John  xi.  25,  26. 
720 


M.  E.  CHURCH,  SOUTH. 

I  know  tliat  my  Redeemer  liveth,  and  that 
he  shall  stand  at  the  latter  day  upon  the 
earth  ;  and  though  after  my  skin  worms  de- 
stroy this  body,  yet  in  my  flesli  shall  I  see 
God :  whom  I  shall  see  for  myself,  and  mine 
eves  shall  behold,  and  not  another.  Job  xix. 
25-27. 

We  brought  nothing  into  this  world,  and 
it  is  certain  we  can  carry  nothing  out.  The 
Lord  gave,  and  the  Lord  hath  taken  away : 
blessed  be  the  name  of  the  Lord.  1  Tim.  vi. 
7  ;  Job  i.  21. 

After  they  are  (xmie  into  the  church  or  house,  shall  be 
read  Bsabn  xc. 

Lord,  thou  hast  been  our  dwelling-place  in 
all  generations. 

Before  the  mountains  were  brought  forth, 
or  ever  thou  hadst  formed  the  earth  and  the 
world,  even  from  everlasting  to  everlasting, 
thou  art  God. 

Thou  turn  est  man  to  destruction  ;  and  say- 
est.  Return,  ye  children  of  men. 

For  a  thousand  years  in  thy  sight  are  but 
as  yesterday  when 'it  is  past,  and  as  a  watch 
in  the  nigh't. 

Thou  earnest  them  away  as  with  a  flood ; 
the}"  are  as  a  sleep  :  in  the  morning  they  are 
like  grass  which  groweth  up. 

In  tlie  morning  it  fiourisheth,  and  grow- 
eth up;  in  the  evening  it  is  cut  down  and 
withereth. 

For  we  are  consumed  by  thine  anger,  and 
by  thy  wrath  are  we  troubled. 

Thou  hast  set  our  iniquities  before  thee,  our 
secret  sins  in  the  light  of  thy  countenance. 

For  all  our  days  are  passed  away  in  thy 
wrath :  we  spend  our  vears  as  a  tale  that  is 
told. 

The  davs  of  our  years  are  threescore  vears 
46  721 


EITUAL  OF  THE 

and  ten  ;  and  if  by  reason  of  strength  they  be 
fourscore  years,  yet  is  their  strength  labor  and 
sorrow  ;  for  it  is  soon  cut  off,  and  we  fly  away. 

Who  knoweth  the  power  of  thine  anger? 
even  according  to  thy  fear,  so  is  thy  wrath. 

So  teach  us  to  number  our  days,  that  we 
may  apply  our  hearts  unto  wisdom. 

Return,  O  Lord,  how  long?  and  let  it  re- 
pent thee  concerning  tjjy  servants. 

O  satisfy  us  early  with  thy  mercy ;  that  we 
may  rejoice  and  be  glad  all  our  days. 

Make  us  glad  according  to  the  days  where- 
in thou  hast  atilicted  us,  and  the  years  v,- here- 
in w^e  have  seen  evil. 

Let  thy  work  appear  unto  thy  servants, 
and  thy  glory  unto  their  children. 

And  let  the  beauty  of  the  Lord  our  God  be 
upon  us;  and  establish  thou  the  v/ork  of  our 
hands  upon  us ;  yea,  the  v/ork  of  our  hands 
establish  thou  it. 

Then  shall  follow  the  Lesson,  1  Cor.  xv.  20-58,  or  the 
following  ahridrpnent. 

Now  is  Christ  risen  from  the  dead,  a)id  be- 
come the  first-fruits  of  them  that  slept.  For 
since  by  man  came  death,  by  man  came  also 
the  resurrection  of  the  dead.  For  as  ii^.  Adam 
all  die,  even  so  in  Christ  shall  all  be  made 
alive.  But  every  man  in  his  own  order: 
Christ  the  first-fruits ;  afterward  they  that  are 
Cbrist's  at  his  coming.  Then  cometh  the 
end,  when  he  shall  have  delivered  up  the 
kingdom  to  God,  even  the  Father;  when  he 
shall  have  put  down  all  rule,  and  all  author- 
ity, and  power.  For  he  must  reign,  till  he 
hath  put  all  enemies  under  his  feet.  Tlie  last 
enemy  that  shall  be  destroyed  is  death.  For 
lie  liath  put  all  things  under  his  feet.  But 
some  man  will  say.  How  are  the  dead  raised 
up?  and  with  what  body  do  they  come? 
722 


M.  E.  CHURCH,  SOUTH. 

Thou  fool,  that  wliich  thou  sov.'est  is  not 
quickened  except  it  die ;  and  that  which  thou 
sowest,  thou  sowest  not  that  body  that  sljall 
be,  but  bare  grain;  it  may  chance  of  wheat, 
or  of  some  otlier  grain ;  but  God  giveth  it  a 
body  as  it  hath  pleased  him.  and  to  every 
seed  his  own  body.  All  flesh  is  not  the  same 
flesh  ;  but  there  is  one  kind  of  flesh  of  men. 
another  flesh  of  beasts,  another  of  fishes,  and 
another  of  birds.  There  are  also  celestial 
bodies,  and  bodies  terrestrial :  but  the  glory 
of  the  celestial  is  one,  and  the  glory  of  the 
terrestrial  is  another.  There  is  one  glory^  of 
the  sun,  and  another  glory  of  the  moon,  and 
another  glory  of  the  stars;  for  one  star  dif- 
fereth  from  another  star  in  glory.  So  also  is 
the  resurrection  of  the  dead.  It  is  sown  in 
corruption,  it  is  raised  in  incorruption :  it  is 
sown  in  dishonor,  it  is  raised  in  glory:  it  is 
sown  in  weakness,  it  is  raised  in  power:  it  is 
sown  a  natural  body,  it  is  raised  a  spiritual 
body.  Behold,  I  show  you  a  mystery.  We 
shall  not  all  sleep,  but  we  shall  all  be  changed, 
in  a  moment,  in  the  twinkling  of  an  eye,  at 
the  last  trump  :  for  the  trumpet  shall  sound, 
and  the  dead  shall  be  raised  iiicorniptible, 
and  we  shall  be  changed.  For  this  corrupt- 
ible must  put  on  incorruption,  and  this  mor- 
tal nuist  put  on  immortality.  So  when  this 
corruptible  shall  have  put  on  incorrujition, 
and  this  mortal  shall  have  put  on  immortal- 
ity, then  shall  be  brought  to  pass  the  saying 
tliat  is  written,  Death  is  swallowed  up  in  vic- 
tory. O  death,  where  is  thy  sting?  O  grave, 
where  is  thy  victory?  The  sting  of  death  is 
sin  ;  and  the  strength  of  sin  is  the  law.  But 
thanks  be  to  God,  which  giveth  us  the  vic- 
tory, through  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ.  There- 
fore, mv  beloved  brethren,  be  ve  steadfast, 
723 


RITUAL  OF  THE 

unmovable,  always  abounding  in  the  work 
of  the  Lord,  forasmuch  as  ye  know  that  your 
labor  is  not  in  vain  in  the  Lord. 

Here  may  follow  a  svitahle  hymn,  a  sermon^  or  exhorta- 
tion, and  an  extemporary  prayer. 

At  the  grave,  when  the  corpse  is  laid  in  the  earth,  the 
minister  shall  say, 

Man  that  is  born  of  a  woman  is  of  few  days, 
and  full  of  trouble.  He  corueth  forth  like  a 
flower,  and  is  cut  down  :  he  fleeth  also  as  a 
shadow,  and  continueth  not. 

In  the  midst  of  life  we  are  in  death  :  of 
whom  may  we  seek  for  succor,  but  of  thee,  0 
Lord,  wlio  for  our  sins  art  justly  displeased? 

Yet,  0  Lord  God  most  holy,  0  Lord  most 
mighty,  0  holy  and  most  merciful  Saviour, 
deliver  us  not  into  the  bitter  pains  of  eternal 
death. 

Thou  knowest.  Lord,  the  secrets  of  our 
hearts:  shut  not  thy  merciful  ears  to  our 
prayers,  but  spare  us.  Lord  most  hoh^  O  God 
most  mighty,  0  holy  and  mercifurSaviour, 
thou  most  worthy  judge  eternal,  suffer  us 
not  at  our  last  hour  for  any  pains  of  death  to 
fall  from  thee. 

Then  the  minister  may  say, 

Forasmuch  as  it  hath  pleased  Almighty 
God,  in  his  wise  providence,  to  take  out  of 
this  world  the  soul  of  our  deceased  brother, 
we  therefore  commit  his  body  to  the  ground, 
earth  to  earth,  ashes  to  ashes,  dust  todust; 
looking  for  the  general  resurrection  in  the 
last  day,  and  the  life  of  the  world  to  come, 
through  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ;  at  whose 
second  coming  in  glorious  majesty  to  judge 
the  world,  the  earth  and  the  sea  shall  give  up 
their  dead ;  and  the  corruptible  bodies  of 
those  who  sleep  in  him  shall  be  changed, 
and  made  like  unto  his  own  glorious  body, 
724 


M.  E.  CHURCH,  SOUTH. 

according  to  the  mighty  working  whereby  he 
is  able  to  subdue  all  things  unto  himself. 

Then  shall  be  said, 
I  heard  a  voice  from  heaven,  saying  unto 
me,  Write,  Blessed  are  the  dead  which  die  in 
the   Lord  from   henceforth :  Yea,   saith   the 
Spirit,  that  they  may  rest  from  their  laboi-s. 

A  suitable  hymn  majj  here  be  sung;  and  then  shall  the 
minister  say, 

Our  Father  who  art  in  heaven,  hallowed 
be  thy  name;  tliy  kingdom  come;  thy  will 
be  doiie  on  earth,"  as  it  is  in  heaven  :  give  us 
this  day  our  daily  bread;  and  forgive  us  our 
trespasses,  as  we  forgive  those  who  trespass 
against  us ;  and  lead  us  not  into  temptation, 
but  deliver  us  from  evil.  Anien. 
Tfie  Collect. 

O  merciful  God,  the  Father  of  our  Lord 
Jesus  Christ,  who  is  the  resurrection  and  the 
life;  in  whom  whosoever  believeth  siiall  live, 
though  he  die;  and  whosoever  liveth  and  be- 
lieveth in  him,  shall  not  die  eternally :  we 
meekly  beseech  thee,  0  Father,  to  raise  us 
from  the  death  of  sin  unto  the  life  of  right- 
eousness ;  that  when  we  shall  depart  this  life 
we  may  rest  in  him ;  and  at  the  general  res- 
urrection on  the  last  day  may  be  found  ac- 
ceptable in  thy  sight,  and  receive  that  bless- 
ing which  thy  well-beloved  Son  shall  then 
pronounce  to  all  that  love  and  fear  thee,  say- 
ing, Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father,  inherit 
the  kingdom  prepared  for  you  from  tlie  foun- 
dation of  the  world.  Grant  this,  we  beseech 
thee,  0  merciful  Father,  through  Jesus  Christ 
our  Meditator  and  Redeemer.     Amen. 

The  grace  of  the  Lord   Jesus  Christ,   and 
the  love  of  God,  and  the  comnuinion  of  the 
Holy  Ghost,  be  with  vou  all.    Amen. 
72b 


THE  GENERAL  RULES. 

THE  GENERAL  RULES. 


The  General  Rules  of  "The  United  Socie- 
ties "  organized  by  Mr.  Wesley  in  1739,  are  as 
follows : 

There  is  only  one  condition  previously  re- 
quired of  those  who  desire  admission  into 
tiiese  societies,  a  "desire  to  flee  from  the 
wrath  to  come,  and  to  be  saved  from  their 
sins."  But  wlierever  this  is  reaily  fixed  in 
the  soul,  it  will  be  shown  by  its  fruits.  It  is 
therefore  expected  of  all  wlio  continue  there- 
in, that  they  should  continue  to  evidence 
their  desire  of  salvation. 

First,  by  doing  no  harm,  by  avoiding  evil 
of  every  kind,  especially  that  which  is  most 
generally  practiced  :  such  as, 

The  taking  of  the  name  of  God  in  vain  ; 

The  profaning  the  day  of  the  Lord,  either 
by  doing  ordinary  v/ork  therein,  or  by  buy- 
ing or  selling; 

Drunkenness,  or  drinking  spirituous  liq- 
uors unless  in  cases  of  necessity. 

Fighting,  quarreling,  brawling,  brother  go- 
ing to  law  with  brother;  returning  evil  for 
evil,  or  railing  for  railing ;  the  using  many 
words  in  buying  or  selling. 

The  buying  or  selling  goods  that  have  not  paid 
the  duty; 

Tlie  giving  or  taking  things  on  usury,  i.  e., 
unlawful  interest ; 

Uncharitable  or  unprofitable  conversation, 
particularly  speaking  evil  of  magistrates  or  of 
ministers ; 

Doing  to  others  as  we  would  not  they 
should  do  unto  us ; 

Doing  what  we  know  is  not  for  the  glory 
of  God:  as, 

Ihe  putting  on  of  gold  and  costly  apparel; 
'726 


THE  GENERAL  RULES. 

The  taking  such  diversions  as  cannot  be  used 
in  the  name  of  the  Lord  Je^us; 

The  singing  those  songs  or  reading  those 
books,  vrhich  do  not  tend  to  the  knowledge  or 
love  of  God ; 

Softness  or  needless  self-indulgence ; 

Laying  u])  treasury  upon  earth  ; 

Borrowing  without  a  probability  of  paying, 
or  taking  up  goods  without  a  probability  of 
paying  for  theui ; 

it  is  expected  of  all  who  continue  in  these 
societies,  that  they  should  continue  to  evi- 
dence their  desire  of  salvation, 

Secondly,  by  doing  good,  by  being  in  every 
kind  merciful  after  their  power,  as  they  have 
opportunity,  doing  good  of  every  possible 
sort,  and,  as  far  as  possible,  to  all  men  ; 

To  their  bodies,  of  tlie  ability  which  God 
giveth,  by  giving  food  to  the  hungry,  by 
clothing  the  naked,  by  visiting  or  helping 
them  that  are  sick  or  in  prison  ; 

To  their  souls,  by  instructing,  reproving, 
or  exhorting  all  we  have  any  intercourse 
with  ;  trampling  under  foot  that  enthusiastic 
doctrine,  that  "  we  are  not  to  do  good  unless 
our  hearts  be  free  to  it.'^ 

By  doing  good,  especially  to  them  that  are 
of  the  houseliold  of  faith,  or  groaning  so  to 
be;  employing  them  preferably  to  others, 
buying  one  of  anotlier,  helping  each  other  in 
business  ;  and  so  much  the  more  because  the 
world  will  love  its  own,  and  them  only. 

By  all  possible  diligence  and  frugality,  that 
the  gospel  be  not  blamed. 

By  running  witli  patience  the  race  which 
is  set  before  them,  denying  themselves,  and  tak- 
ing rip  their  cross  daily ;  submitting  to  bear 
the  reproach  of  Christ,  to  be  as  the  filth  and 
otfscouring  of  the  w^orld ;  and  looking  that 
727 


ARTICLES  OF  RELIGION. 

men   should  say  all  manner  of  evil  of  tlievi 
falsehj  for  the  Lord' s^ sake. 

It  is  expected  of  all  who  desire  to  continue 
in  these  societies,  that  they  should  continue 
to  evidence  their  desire  of  salvation, 

Thirdly,  by  attending  upon  all  the  ordi- 
nances of  God:  such  ar^ 

The  public  worship  of  God; 

The  ministry  of  the  word,  either  read  or 
expounded ; 

The  Supper  of  the  Lord ; 

Family  and  private  prayer ; 

Searching  the  Scriptures,  and 

Fasting  or  abstinence. 

These  are  the  General  Rules  of  our  socie- 
ties ;  all  which  we  are  taught  of  God  to  ob- 
serve, even  in  his  written  word,  which  is  the 
only  rule,  and  the  sufficient  rule,  both  of  our 
fairii  and  practice.  And  all  these  we  know 
his  Spirit  writes  on  truly  awakened  hearts. 
If  there  be  any  among  us  who  observe  them 
not,  who  habitually  break  any  of  them,  let  it 
be  known  unto  them  who  watch  over  that 
soul,  as  they  who  must  give  an  account.  We 
will  admonish  him  of  tiie  error  of  his  ways: 
we  will  bear  with  him  for  a  season ;  but  if 
then  he  repent  not,  he  hath  no  more  place 
among  us:  we  have  delivered  our  own  souls. 


ARTICLES  OF  RELIGION. 


I.  Of  Faith  in  the  Holy  Trinity. 
There  is  but  one  living  and  true  God,  ever- 
lasting, without  body  or  parts,  of  infinite 
power,  wisdom,  and  goodness;  the  maker  and 
preserver  of  all  things,  both  visible  and  invis- 
ible. And  in  unity  of  this  Godhead,  there  are 
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ARTICLES  OF  RELIGION. 

three  persons  of  one  substance,  power,  and 
eternit}'— the  Father,  the  Son,  and  the  Hoiy 
Ghost. 

II.  Of  the  It  o?-d,  or  Son  of  God,  who  was  made 
veru  Man. 
The  S(jn,  who  is  the  Word  of  the  Father, 
the  very  and  eternal  God,  of  one  substance 
with  the  Father,  took  man's  nature  in  the 
v,-omb  of  the  blessed  Virgin;  so  that  two 
whole  and  perfect  natures — that  is  to  say,  the 
Godhead  and  manhood — were  joined  together 
in  one  person,  never  to  be  divided,  whereof 
is  one  Christ,  very  God  and  very  man,  who 
truly  sufiered,  was  crucitieii,  dead  and  bur- 
ied, to  reconcile  his  Father  to  us,  and  to  be  a 
sacrifice,  not  only  for  original  guilt,  but  also 
for  actual  sins  of  men. 

III.   Of  the  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

Christ  did  truly  rise  again  from  the  dead, 
and  took  again  his  body,"with  all  things  ap- 
pertaining to  the  perfection  of  man's  nature, 
wherewith  lie  ascended  into  heaven,  and 
there  sitteth  until  he  return  to  judge  all  men 
at  the  last  day, 

IV.  Of  the  Holy  Ghost. 
The  Holy  Ghost,  proceeding  from  the  Fa- 
ther and  the  Son,  is  of  one  substance,  majes- 
ty, and  glory,  with  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
very  and  eternal  God. 

V.   The  Sufficiency  of  the  Holy  Scriptures  for 
Salvation. 
The  Holy  Scriptures  contain    all    things 
necessary  to  salvation ;  so  that  whatsoever  is 
not  read  therein,  nor  may  be  proved  there- 
by, is  not  to  be  required  of  any  man.  that  it 
should  be  believed  as  an  article  of  faith,  or  be 
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thought  requisite  or  necessary  to  salvation. 
In  the  name  of  the  Holy  Scriptures,  we  do 
understand  those  canonical  books  of  the  Old 
and  New  Testament,  of  whose  authority  was 
never  any  doubt  in  the  Church. 

The  Names  of  the  Canonical  Books. 

Genesis,  Exodus,  Leviticus.  JSTumbers,  Deu- 
teronomy, Joshua,  Judges,  Ruth,  Tlie  First 
Book  of  Samuel,  The  Second  Book  of  Sam- 
uel, The  First  Book  of  Kings,  the  Second 
Book  of  Kings,  The  First  Book  of  Chronicles, 
Tlie  Second  Book  of  Chronicles,  The  Book  of 
Ezra,  The  Book  of  Kehemiah,  The  Book  of 
Esther,  The  Book  of  Job,  The  Psalms,  The 
Proverbs,  Ecclesiastes,  or  the  Preacher,  Can- 
tica,  or  Songs  of  Solomon,  Four  Prophets  the 
greater,  Twelve  Prophets  the  less. 

All  tlie  books  of  the  Kew  Testament,  as 
they  are  commonly  received,  we  do  receive 
and  account  canonical. 

VI.   Of  the  Old  Testament. 

The  Old  Testament  is  not  contrary  to  the 
New;  for  both  in  the  Old  and  New  Testa- 
ment everlasting  life  is  offered  to  mankind  by 
Christ,  who  is  'tlie  only  Meditator  between 
God  and  man,  being  God  and  man.  Where- 
fore thev  are  not  to  be  heard  who  feign  that 
the  old  'fatliers  did  look  only  for  transitory 
promises.  Although  the  law  given  from  God 
bv  Moses,  as  touching  ceremonies  and  rites, 
doth  not  bind  Christians,  nor  ought  the  civil 
precepts  thereof  of  necessity  to  be  received  in 
any  Commonwealth,  yet,  notwithstanding, 
no' Christian  whatsoever  is  free  from  the  obe- 
dience of  the  commandments  which  are 
called  moral. 

VII.  Of  Original  or  Birth  Sin. 

Original  sin  standeth  not  in  the  following 
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of  Adam  (as  the  Pelagians  do  vainly  talk), 
but  it  is  the  corruption  of  the  nature  of  every 
man,  that  naturally  is  engendered  of  the  off- 
spring of  Adam,  whereby  man  is  verj'  far 
gone  from  original  righteousness,  and  of  his 
own  nature  inclined  to  evil,  and  that  contin- 
ually. 

YIII.  Of  Free  Will. 
The  condition  of  man  after  the  fall  of  Adam 
is  such,  that  he  cannot  turn  and  prepare  him- 
self, by  his  ov\-n  natural  strength  and  works, 
to  faith,  and  calling  upon  God ;  wherefore 
we  have  no  power  to  do  good  works,  pleasant 
and  acceptable  to  God,  without  the  grace  of 
God  by  Christ  preventing  us,  tiiat  we  may 
have  a  good  will,  and  working  with  us,  when 
we  have  that  good  will. 

IX.  Of  the  Justifcation  of  Man. 
We  are  accounted  righreous  before  God. 
only  for  the  merit  of  our  Lord  and  Saviour 
Jesus  Christ  by  faith,  and  not  for  our  own 
works  or  deservings:  vvherefort,  that  we  are 
justified  by  faith  only,  is  a  most  wholesome 
doctrine,  and  very  full  of  comfort. 

X.  Of  Good  Works. 
Although  good  works,  which  are  the  fruits 
of  faith,  and  follow  after  justification,  cannot 
put  away  our  sins,  and  endure  the  severitv  of 
God's  judgments;  yet  are  they  pleasing  and 
acceptable  to  God  in  Christ,  and  spring  out  of 
a  true  and  lively  faith,  insomuch  that  by 
them  a  lively  faith  may  be  as  evidently 
known  as  a  tree  is  discerned  by  its  fruit. 

XI.   Of  Woi-ks  of  Superefogation. 

Voluntary  works,  besides  over  and  above 

God's    commandments,    which    are    called 

works  of  supererogation,  cannot  be  taught 

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without  arrogancy  and  impiety.  For  by 
them  men  do  declare  that  tliey  do  not  only 
render  unto  God  as  much  as  they  are  bound 
to  do,  but  that  they  do  more  for  his  sake  than 
of  bounden  duty  is  required :.  whereas  Christ 
saith  plainly,  When  ye  have  done  all  that  is 
commanded  you,  say,  We  are  unprofitable 
servants. 

XII.  Of  Sin  after  Justification. 
Not  every  sin  willingly  committed  after 
justification,  is  the  sin  against  the  Holy 
Gliost,  and  unpardonable.  Wherefore,  the 
grant  of  repentance  is  not  to  be  denied  to 
such  as  fall  into  sin  after  justification  :  after 
we  have  received  the  Holy  Ghost,  we  may 
depart  from  grace  given,  and  fall  into  sin, 
and,  by  the  grace  of  God,  rise  again  and 
amend  our  lives.  And,  therefore,  tiieyare  to 
be  condemned  who  say  they  can  no  more  sin 
as  long  as  they  live  here;  or  deny  the  place 
of  forgiveness  to  such  as  truly  repent. 

XIII.  Of  the  Church. 
The  visible  Cliurch  of  Christ  is  a  congrega- 
tion of  faithful  men,  in  which  the  pure  word 
of  God  is  preached,  and  the  sacraments  duly 
administered,  according  to  Christ's  ordinance 
in  all  those  things  that  of  necessity  are  requi- 
site to  the  same. 

XIV.  Of  Purgatory. 
The  Romish  doctrine  concerning  purga- 
tory, pardon,  worshiping,  and  adoration,  as 
well  of  images  as  of  relics,  and  also  invoca- 
tion of  saints,  is  a  fond  thing,  vainly  invent- 
ed, and  grounded  upon  no  warrant  of  Script- 
ure, but  repugnant  to  the  word  of  God. 

XV.  Of  speaking  in  the  Congregation  in  such  a 

tongue  as  the  people  understand. 

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It  is  a  thing  plainly  repugnant  to  the  word 
of  God,  and  the  custom  of  the  primitive 
Churcli,  to  have  public  prayer  in  the  cimrch, 
or  to  minister  the  sacraments,  in  a  tongue 
not  understood  by  the  people. 

XVI.   Of  the  Sncramenis. 

Sacraments,  ordained  of  Christ,  are  not  only 
badges  or  tokens  of  Christian  men's  profes- 
sion :  but  rather  tliey  are  certain  signs  of 
grace,  and  God's  good-will  toward  us,  by  the 
which  he  dotli  work  invisibly  in  us,  and  doth 
not  only  quicken,  but  also  strengthen  and 
confirm  our  faith  in  him. 

There  are  two  sacraments  ordained  of  Christ 
our  Lord  in  tiie  Gospel ;  that  is  to  say,  Bap- 
tism, and  the  Supper  of  the  Lord. 

Those  five,  commonly  called  sacraments — 
that  is  to  say.  Confirmation,  Penance,  Or- 
ders, Matrimony,  and  Extreme  Unction — are 
not  to  be  counted  for  sacraments  of  the  Gos- 
pel, being  such  as  have  partly  grown  out  of 
the  corrupt  following  of  the  apostles,  and 
partly  are  states  of  life  allowed  in  the  Script- 
ures, but  yet  have  not  the  like  nature  of 
Baptism  and  the  Lord's  Supper,  because  they 
have  not  any  visible  sign  or  ceremony  or- 
dained of  God. 

The  sacraments  were  not  ordained  of  Christ 
to  be  gazed  upon,  or  to  be  carried  about:  but 
that  we  should  duly  use  them.  And  in  such, 
only  as  worthily  receive  the  same,  they  have 
a  v.holesome  effect  or  operation  ;  but  they 
that  receive  them  unworthily  i)urchase  to 
themselves  condemnation,  as  St.  Paul  saith, 
1  Cor.  xi.  29. 

XVII.  Of  Baptism. 
Baptism  is  not  only  a  sign  of  profession, 
and  mark  of  difference,  wherebv  Christians 
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are  distinguished   from   others   that  are  not 
baptized;  but  it  is  also  a  sign  of  regeneration, 
or  the  new  birth.     The  baptism   of  young 
children  is  to  be  retained  in  the  Church. 
XVIII.   Of  the  Lord's  Supper. 

The  Supper  of  the  Lord  is  not  onl}'  a  sign 
of  the  love  that  Christians  ought  to  have 
among  themselves  one  to  another,  but  rather 
is  a  sacrament  of  our  redemption  by  Christ's 
death :  insomuch  that,  to  such  as  rightly, 
worthily,  and  with  faith  receive  the  same, 
the  bread  vrhich  we  break  is  a  partaking  of 
the  body  of  Christ ;  and  likewise  the  cup  of 
blessing  is  a  partaking  of  the  blood  of  Christ. 

Transnbstantiation,  or  the  change  of  the 
substance  of  bread  and  wine  in  the  Supper 
of  the  Lord,  cannot  be  proved  by  Holy  Writ, 
but  is  repugnant  to  the  plain  words  of  Script- 
ture,  overthroweth  the  nature  of  a  sacrament, 
and  hath  given  occasion  to  many  supersti- 
tions. 

The  body  of  Clirist  is  given,  taken,  and 
eaten  in  the  Supper,  only  after  a  heavenly 
and  spiritual  manner.  And  the  m.eans  where- 
by the  body  of  Christ  is  received  and  eaten  in 
the  Supper,  is  faith. 

The  sacrament  of  the  Lord's  Supper  was 
not  by  Christ's  ordinance  reserved,  carried 
about,  lifted  up,  or  v/orshiped. 

XIX.  Of  Both  Kinds. 

The  cup  of  the  Lord  is  not  to  be  denied  to 
the  lay  people;  for  both  the  parts  of  the 
Lord's  Supper,  by  Christ's  ordinance  and 
commandments,  ought  to  be  administered  to 
all  Christians  alike. 

XX.  Of  the  OneOhlation  of  Christ,  finished  upon 
the  Cross. 

The  offering  of  Christ  once  made,  is  that 
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perfect  redemption,  propitiation,  and  satisfac- 
tion for  all  the  sins  of  the  whole  world,  both 
original  and  actual;  and  there  is  none  other 
satisfaction  for  sin  but  that  alone.  Where- 
fore tlie  sacrifice  of  masses,  in  the  which  it  is 
commonly  said  that  the  priest  doth  otfer 
Christ  for'the  quick  and  the  dead,  to  have  re- 
mission of  pain  or  guilt;  is  a  blasphemous 
fable  and  dangerous  deceit. 

XXI.  Of  the  Marriage  of  Mijiisters. 

The  ministers  of  Christ  are  not  commanded 
by  God's  law  either  to  vow  the  estate  of  sin- 
gle life,  or  to  abstain  from  marriage:  there- 
fore it  is  Lawful  for  them,  as  for  all  other 
Christians,  to  marry  at  their  own-discretion, 
as  they  shall  judge  'the  same  to  serve  best  to 
godliness. 

XXII.  Of  tke  Rites  and  Ceremonies  of  Churdies, 

It  is  not  necessary  that  rites  and  ceremonies 
sliould  in  all  places  be  the  same,  or  exactly 
alike;  for  they  have  been  always  different, 
and  may  be  changed  according  to  the  diver- 
sity of  countries,  times,  and  men's  manners, 
so  that  nothing  be  ordained  against  God's 
word,  Whosoever,  through  his  privatejudg- 
ment,  willingly  and  purposely  doth  openly 
break  the  rites  and  ceremonies  of  the  Church 
to  which  lie  belongs,  which  are  not  repug- 
nant to  the  word  of  God,  and  are  ordained 
and  approved  by  common  authority,  ought 
to  be  rebuked  0]>enly,  that  others  may  fear  to 
do  the  like,  as  one  that  otfendeth  against  the 
common  order  of  the  Church,  and  woundeth 
the  consciences  of  weak  brethren. 

Every    particular     Church     may    ordain, 
change*  or  abolish   rites  and  ceremonies,  so 
that  all  things  may  be  done  to  ediiitation. 
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XXIII.  Of  the  Rulers  of  the  United  States  of 
America. 
The  President,  the  Congress,  the  general  as- 
semblies, the  governors,  and  the  councils  of 
state,  as  the  delegates  of  the  people,  are  the  rul- 
ers of  the  United  States  of  America,  accord- 
ing to  the  division  of  power  made  to  them  by 
the  Constitution  of  the  United  States,  and  by 
the  Constitution  of  their  respective  States. 
And  the  said  States  are  a  sovereign  and  inde- 
pendent nation,  and  ought  not  to  be  subject 
to  any  foreign  jurisdiction.* 

XXIV.  Of  Christian  Men's  Goods. 
The  riches  and  goods  of  Christians  are  not 

common,  as  touching  the  right,  title,  and 
possession  of  tlie  same,  as  some  do  falsely 
boast.  Notwithstanding,  every  man  ought, 
of  such  things  as  he  possesseth,  liberally  to 
give  alms  to  the  poor  according  to  his  ability-. 

XXV.  Of  a  Christian  Man's  Oath. 

As  "we  confess  that  vain  and  rash  swearing 
is  forbidden  Christian  men  by  our  Lord  Jesus 
Christ  and  James  his  apostle,  so  we  judge 
that  the  Christian  religion  doth  not  prohibit, 
but  that  a  man  may  swear  when  the  magis- 
trate requireth,  in  a  cause  of  faith  and  char- 
ity, so  it  be  done  according  to  the  prophet's 
teaching,  in  justice,  judgment,  and  truth. 

*As  far  as  it  respects  civil  affairs,  we  believe  it 
the  duty  of  Christians,  and  eppeoially  all  Christian 
ministers,  to  be  subject  to  the  supreme  authority 
of  the  country  where  they  may  reside,  and  to  use 
all  laudable  means  to  enjoin  obedience  to  the 
powers  that  be  ;  and,  therefore,  it  is  expected  that 
all  our  preachers  and  people,  who  may  bo  under 
any  foreisru  government,  will  behave  tliemselvea 
as'peacable  and  orderly  subjects. 

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